I couldn’t cry, no,
For sin overtook me
Made comfort my own clothes
Wriggling ounces
Of my humane sanity
To a slow beat of a bass drum.
My windows worked
To remind me
How little I ever understood,
How uncomfortable
I surely would yet become.
Month: May 2016
Shade and A Sunny Day (day 1807)
I learned upon sitting
On the sunny side of life
How unbearably warm it gets
Without a single ounce of shade,
And even when one is
Quite miserably cold
The quickness of the sun to warm
How quick to change my day.
So like a lazy dog who
Has no reserve or restraint
There I am, changing seats,
Finding warmth in a shady kind of way.
Once Again, In Bloom (day 1806)
As seed took its flight
From the palm of my hand
I felt a cloud
Receding from my heart,
Deep as I remain.
I knew what had been
Had come again to us
Not to tarry as long
But definitely sent
To help us on our way.
If you dared close your eyes
And listen to early summer breeze
There was, singing sweetly,
An apparition to remain.
Can you call me one more time
Like so many times before?
Can you share your wisdom
To help my youthful pride?
If I should waste another breath
I shall not hold my stride
That you so valiantly kept,
Like gale force winds
And secret glimchens
Upon your heart so clear.
Like every day that’s come again
You brought your soul divine
To bask in changing season
That always stopped to overtake.
You recognized that as a robin comes
A sparrow and bluejay shall too,
You knew that purple pansies grew
As humming bird feeders drew.
Your wind called out where we all heard,
Your wind amidst our sails,
Your peach upon our fruit trees,
Forever once again, in bloom.
Be My Lover (day 1805)
Why can’t you be my lover?
Why cant skies call us
Hand in hand
On a lazy Sunday
From beneath checkered sheets
And last nights crumbs?
Why can’t your body tangle
Wrap the heart of my smile
So tightly in a slow gaze kind of way?
Why can’t a sidewalk be
Our waltz through a park
Hand in hand and stopping
To watch two swans bathe themselves?
Why can’t our tub be lit by candles
With a glass of wine to share
From a lazy notebook dream
On a midnight kind of Saturday?
Why can’t our every day
Hold our dreams just so,
Where routine is charming and light
And the tips of your fingers
Remind me of the frost on morning’s flowers?
Why can’t we share memories,
In a caravan of love?
Lonely Moon (day 1804)
Lonely moon and my heart. Do you ever wonder where to start? So I dip my toes and fix my tie and pretend that my head’s held high because then there’ll be a judging man waiting for a hand to feed a plan and I’m begging with open arms and eyes a gazing for the sweet blossom of my year.
Just For You (day 1803)
I’m not following these cool habits,
Smooth trends and fine catchy style.
I’m letting those things be
Without any real help coming from me.
You see, what I’m lighting to be
Is the real me.
A me void of all this consumption,
Distraction and greed.
It’s a long line for the starving;
I’m holding a short stick to poke,
And what’s left here of me
Is all here just for you.
If I keep pretending again,
It’ll be the end of this straw I’m sure.
And if I’m not here with truth
Then I’m not here, in truth.
Touched Lightly (day 1802)
Do you understand
How long this land
Has called
And the footsteps
Over gnarly exposed roots
Touch lightly
As breath
Welcomed home
How silent
Everything has become.
Delicacy Bare (day 1801)
Remember my delicacy
A tip-toe on the tip of your nose
I worked a thread
As it came bare
Into my arcing back.
I sang a song with misery,
It was my comfort bare,
It left a tail upon my thought
And there it wags
In constellations.
Dreamy Eyes (day 1800)
Dear dreamy eyes
Lay your dreams upon my eyes
Let wind remind our bright hearts
To reach out
And wiggle against each other,
Let sparkle attract my mind
Into another dimension
To implode my feelings
Like starlight upon a hiccup
And your lingering touch
That reaches my toes.
Candle That’s Lit (day 1799)
Your impatience drew blood
From the now leaking holes of my breastplate,
And this is our end?
How could these eyes turn off
A candle that’s lit so,
Illuminating for me intricacies
That collect at the feet of my worship
To become the fodder of
My stumbling blocks?
So shall again, I honor thy wish
To a sacrifice I never knew I could make,
A line I thought I could ignore.