Posted in Photography, Poetry

Unleashed Thoughts

Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived.

Never the same. Again.
Nothing.
Her hands
held out, reaching
empty spaces, vacuous trances
silence held in sacred space
missing.

A million trains travel through my head daily. I miss every damn train. I arrive at the depot, out of breath, with frantic nerves from tireless searching, and grief enmeshed between pores. Looking into the glass-enclosed diorama, I strain to see the impervious face of my heart.

Posted in Photography, Poetry

october

captured

a
distant knock
heard beyond Spring
low hum of summer
october seeds drown the mind
winter dreaming awash in yellow petal
captured

Posted in Poetry

soar

pushing
my feet
can feel ground
head in the clouds
i will rise to fly
paradise