Biting wind
Numbing feet
Hands slowing down
Tag: feet
Why Didn’t I See Your Eyes
Why didn’t I see your eyes?
Still I tried
For this vision I haven’t found
And your browns, greens,
Forever changing
As landscape’s seasons change
And my footsteps
Through my soul’s golden copse
Recapturing.
Why didn’t I see your eyes?
Even though my feet are as tired
As cobblestoned history,
Gray hair grows upon my patience’s mind
Though burdened with none but thoughts
It is mine golden copse
Retiring into my hallow
That comforts even in
My burning question’s fever.
Why didn’t I see your eyes?
Ladder Maze (day 3219)
I was stuck in a ladder maze
Six feet tall and rising
My mind woke up in two parts
Scaffold and retired
Along came surprises
That laid secrets
Amidst the gossiping Queen
Who told me to back down
To find my way out.
My Name (day 3209)
Don’t ask my name anymore
It hurts me too much in my soul
My feet have begun to blister
And my eyes don’t like to open.
What day has taken my mind
Lost amidst the wind
For clouds have come and woven their way
Amidst the mustard seed sour.
Chaos and slumber collide into
A lackluster whimsical spree
Growth no longer on my mind
Spared and distant forsooth.
Philosopher’s Edge (day 3151)
I’ve stored you in my heart
Born here in chance
Riding a white horse
Making it dance
So good is your heart that
Breaks down each piece
That crumbles at your feet
My last stone
Of philosophers edge.
Dryden Town & Country Motel (day 3095)
Socked feet
Trucks asleep
Speedbump and me
Gray Angel (day 3024)
I am not an angel.
My wings broke,
And the sky laughed
While sun spit pink
Upon both edges
Of the letting horizon,
And just as trees
Bagan to bend
Like wings of a crow
Moving again,
My two feet
So placed
Into thick layers
Of mud, unfolding,
Began to tremble
And quake
Further losing development
Of each gray spot of mind.
Stress (day 2961)
Quickened pulse
Sweaty feet
Breath becoming short
Adventure (day 2598)
Long hair
Dirty fingernails
Tired feet
Moon’s Song (day 2557)
When I flew upon these wings
I spoke to you in thunder
Carried on up through my eyes
Left me ever wilder.
Clouds became my lily pads
Dancing I shook the ground
And when I played the Moon a song
Sweet Sun came around.
Braced I landed on both my feet
Flexing as I prepared
Passion ready, nostrils flared
Stretched every sinue clear.
There I lay neigh blinking
Wide open you stared at me
We lasted here not long enough
Patience of routine’s design.