the lead window
that falls
poisons the light
behind it
shatters long-held
expectations
of a future filled
with days
that swing back and forth
lightly with the wind
and easy conversations
about the day
the weather
the couple next door
that gives us the creeps
the new face of life
swallows its person
a captive of circumstance
once completely devoured
an awakening rivets
the crumbled remains
of what was
and becomes
what now is
Monday, August 25, 2014
the solemn ride
Your words stain my ears
with regret
of days and memories
that have drifted away
like sailors lost at sea
and I, alone on my canoe
steadily unbalanced
keep moving forward
with one oar
I hope it won't break
as I listen again
with regret
of days and memories
that have drifted away
like sailors lost at sea
and I, alone on my canoe
steadily unbalanced
keep moving forward
with one oar
I hope it won't break
as I listen again
"A New Day" - word of the day - operose
this operose day
cheerfully fades fast away
brightening the next
sunrise that blocks the power
of yesterday's gray
cheerfully fades fast away
brightening the next
sunrise that blocks the power
of yesterday's gray
Saturday, August 23, 2014
For my mom
I am my mother,
my grandmother.
I am growing a soul
She is me,
she is my mother.
She directs me
to today’s light -
to build her a world
full of peace.
She is me,
and I am her -
She is my mother
my grandmother,
she grows and grows.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
hitchhiking in the stream
raft on the stream thrives
on a tumultuous trip
steered by a drunk man
in pink sunglasses picking
up swimmers with thumbs held up
on a tumultuous trip
steered by a drunk man
in pink sunglasses picking
up swimmers with thumbs held up
Pumpkin Patch
I breathe in cool air
my mouth is alive -
my uncomplicated chest
wraps my heart
with fall wind.
My legs skip,
voluntarily
I jump into
autumn's surrender -
a cushion that dresses my lawn
red, orange, yellow -
I remember kindergarten
the little boy that chased me,
He lives somewhere now
with a wife and a child
who, like me
loves to skip and jump .
my mouth is alive -
my uncomplicated chest
wraps my heart
with fall wind.
My legs skip,
voluntarily
I jump into
autumn's surrender -
a cushion that dresses my lawn
red, orange, yellow -
I remember kindergarten
the little boy that chased me,
He lives somewhere now
with a wife and a child
who, like me
loves to skip and jump .
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Inspired by "A Thousand Kisses Deep," song by Leonard Cohen
a thousand kisses
dead sexy
i'll bathe in his
deep raspy words
succumb to the fire
in his lips
one kiss
face to face
hand pressed
gently upon his chin
eyes question
will it happen -
all at once
two pairs of
tingling lips,
nervous - unite
are independent
from their keepers
a thousand kisses
sizzle, burn
rage through
the night
one kiss
kindling for the fire
a thousand kisses
irrecoverable from
the blazing mire
dead sexy
i'll bathe in his
deep raspy words
succumb to the fire
in his lips
one kiss
face to face
hand pressed
gently upon his chin
eyes question
will it happen -
all at once
two pairs of
tingling lips,
nervous - unite
are independent
from their keepers
a thousand kisses
sizzle, burn
rage through
the night
one kiss
kindling for the fire
a thousand kisses
irrecoverable from
the blazing mire
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