There was no color
to replenish the chasm
you left me behind
Tag: meaning of life
Origins
Still I am
a visitor
my vision you
watching me
bewildered by blossomed trees
the ripening
of soul nectar
controls the core
of being self.
Find the Time
Each step taken
the light
drawn upon the dark
leant us time
left us shaken.
I’m not worthy
to marry.
We did anyway.
He swept us
to blurred shores
in search of forever.
Stuck in his cocoon
my breath suffocating
was to quietly lay down
paper skin
thin tears bled
swaddled in ribbon tape.
Each step taken
the light
drawn upon the dark
leant us time
left us shaken.
Hedge (5-7-5)
twisted tales and myth
wooden beams of olden trees
shield us from the past
Borderline Crossing
I plant my feet in borderlands
to an autumn leaf display
form daisy chains
and wrap my legs
with flower seeds array.
For if I chance
to sprout my breath
surely grace will stay
across my fatal heart
indeed, another year to stray.
Day in the Woods
Stopping by -hello dear friend
the whipping wind flies
dropping petals from the sky
planting beauty at our feet
such marvelous days to celebrate.
Here Now
Summer flies south
on the backs of geese.
Honking, in hopes
to avoid a crash.
I linger a bit longer
on the shore.
Watch their flight,
as they disappear.
Hid behind the wild blues,
berries to consume.
I wonder how the waves to splash,
without their groom.
My Writing Room (3-5-3)

fickle leaves
damp thoughts mold quickly
cleansing breeze
rainbow clouds
lily-pad tranquil
painted rocks
the pen dips
geese camp in mass doubt
rain descends
Gas-Capped Conversation
Everything admired long enough, resonates. All the sounds in the room meld into one’s soul, where nothing is definable.
Your sacred corner, where you sit upon a hand-hewn chair, is not large enough to hold our thoughts. So move outwards, toward the center. Take a seat at the prepared table. Remove your gas cap and let me pour you a drink.
So what is a nice girl like me hanging around a world full of ego? I am not criticizing you as much as I am myself. For thinking I can make it in a criminal world, ready to strip me of whatever modesty I own.
See, I don’t frequent cheap motels and I never get in a bed made-up with dirty sheets. Indeed, a humble heart can make room, to listen to others complain about their cloudy skies and lack of desert bloom.
The drink? Is it acceptable? My conversation reprehensible? Sit. Relax a while. I refuse to take prisoners but I like to entertain. Your thoughts are as good as mine. Most likely better. And I never complain.
I like to think my words rhyme with the time of day and I never quarrel over pennies. May I mention you take to the road before I bore you. I will say a prayer as you leave. I will watch as the sun sets and the moon grows high.
I soon remember the day as all the others. With reverence, I recall your name.
Lost 5-7-5
this travel chosen
i am no further along
the friendship broken
