Out of the moon came a minnow misguided minutiae distinct as a creviced crustacean from the pond jumped the sunlight bristling boldly as the frog watched alone his tongue reaching for flies nature, so sweet – a droplet – she cried (an unusual kind of intel design) throughout – from the … Continue reading Goodnight
I was thinking of a moment when my silence it was golden and the thought of conversation was effecting my emotion I sat counting messages yet to be returned as the voices would embellish the ideas that came to mind It wasn’t til the avenue and pathway I was walking brought a certainty … Continue reading I was thinking
I was standing by the window in the house that I called home Looking out upon my past embellished on my own My memory spoke clarity – preponderance of good Afresh – anew – the wind blew in experience of should I should – should not oh, time forgot the thunderclap … Continue reading By the window
In summer The poorest dance in dreams The rich watch from afar
The window blows and knocks the dream Well past full-bright distinction And wallows in the afternoon Perusing fact or fiction She rises up and like a leaf Floats the breeze beyond her And nestles in the creviced seam Of triumph over yonder
A whistle blows – silence grows Alerted to a warning Like iridescence in the sky One lustrous summer morning Darting from the here and now The future’s in alignment To my cloud – I float – I fly A life’s divine refinement
I stand before the solitude Of life with nothing in it And look into the deepest well Run dry over the season And as I look I think and dwell Of anything beyond it Horizons yet to spark a light Or freeze the nightmare of it I sound a warning to the sky … Continue reading Those I know
I sat up in bed With a cold in my head And stinging in fingers and toes I’d been asleep for a week Feeling sick – couldn’t speak And constantly blowing my nose My breath was a bit off And I had a bad cough And I struggled to shower and eat … Continue reading Happy
If anyone ever can be what they weren’t and cry for another with reciprocal yearning Then one and the other make two now and ever and bloom in the spring-time a flower that’s better With her and him in a garden of colour they sprout from the soil like a father and mother … Continue reading Whenever a sparrow flies into a swan
The waiting room with patients – and patient understanding Looking down the phone rings loud destroying sounds of silence The baby cries the mother meets demands and tempered toils The doctor calls the chair departs opinion turns to spoils Unknowingly the reason why she sits in care-free room Her arm … Continue reading The waiting room
