Forming words

sometimes sitting
around sticking
inside your mouth's roof
like peanut butter
captain crunch

thick, pasty words
glued there

in your mind's corner

a second ago
you knew it

now you
have yourself
a word mystery

what was I going to say?

savoring snow

              open mouth
       out with the tongue
             let the flake
               dissolve

                magical
                  water
                    rain
                    kid
                    me
                     I
                    am
                    big
                   mind
                  already
               wonderous

                seeps in
           brrr, the arctic taste
               frozen falling
                  delicious
                    snack

30 days

21 a habit

2 a couple

3 a few

30 days
what to do?

30 minutes
something new

I shall write

30 minutes
each night
for 30 days
of wordly might

more than a couple
past a habit

If the paper tears
I'll stab it

If the pen runs
i'll grab it

If the words slip
I'll blab it

I am a book

To teach
is to learn
constantly
about oneself,
and the world
and others

through learning
one grasps
concepts-
evaluates ideas

by explaining,
one becomes
the big idea

painting it
on a poster

telling it three,
four, five
different ways

becoming
the knowledge

Suddenly,
I've turned my pages
I am a book

My index
is set and ever-changing
my content
and delivery
apt to switch
at a second's notice

My binding, worn
but not tired

my pages thin
from the hands
that turn

my life
full

I am a book

Alive

When
will we get there?

When
will I know?

Are we
there yet?

Is it
over?

On my
way somewhere-

forward drive

stay alive

thrive

destination
is your enemy

arrive

Alone in a Window

I've left you alone
day after day,
parched,
longing for air
trapped beneath
my window
stretching to
peek out,
praying for
a quick breath-
a single drop
of fresh air,
moisture
something,
anything

hang on

my dear friend-
my mom,
or husband,
perhaps my son-
one day
will reach out
and befriend you.

your life
may go on
oh, green
and lifeless
fern

hang on

they said
you were hardy

hang on

My best work - (the prequel)

My best work

is hidden underneath

a hill of papers, clothes, chores, toys

in between answering questions

and giving advice,

My best work

is yet to be seen-

is yet to be found

within the depths 

of a living cavern

composed by

a chorus,

created by

man

created by 

me

eventually