Today I watched a piece of grass
Leftover from last Autumn
Blow about its stalky stout
In early morning Wind,
As it had so clearly done
Manys a time before.
It bent at its very base
Roots that held it strong,
Coupled there to the Earth
Untrained and unsung.
Tag: blow
Precious Life (day 3027)
What is the sadness we have in our life?
Work begun and living story;
A moment lost in peeling paint,
Lost as sand that blows.
When rhythm runs straight through thy soul,
Collapsing each fear in its spot.
Center my state around the pinnacle
Of rusting nail so beaten,
Cry again some sweet gold tears
Precious as rhododendron petals.
Brown (day 2938)
The winter womb enshrined in me:
Closed it’s gnarled old hands,
Whispered to me dirty nothings
– Coffee soaked and stained.
Leaves fell all around my shoes,
Lost against the wind
And grass that grew
Began to blow
A lighter shade of brown.
String (day 2738)
I am not art
For I blow with the wind
And my gentle
Abandonment
Excuses me from
Deliberation
And for you
I carry a string
Aftershock (day 2389)
Did you survive the aftershock?
I never heard from you again
I waited at lookout point
Afraid my leaping heart
I asked how could I fly
Settled down like MaryLou
Talking through my stiffening nose
Little rainbow blow
Chapter running to my toes
Did you survive the aftershock?
Ode to a Cresting Wave (day 1884)
As I look out
I see you there
Playing amidst such full swells
A liar so dangerously deep
Just out of reach
And here I am in dream.
You shall be
For my clear eyes
Dark dream upon my brow
For when wind blows
And my eyes close
You are forever, my flutter.
To My Moon (day 1749)
Where did all of the wild horses go?
When we walked through the tall greenscape grass
Was it wind blow my mind
Straight to your sweet design?
Sun in my eyes was just my good disguise.
Won’t you come see me tonight, sweet mystery?
Don’t leave me here with sun gone out now,
Keeps a crawling around just so.
I’ll be mighty hands on the run.
I’ll be summer’s midnight stars up so high,
Crickets crackling in our eyes.
Roll up our sleeves to a mid-summer’s breeze,
And let Cassanova be my midnight name;
When I’m left alone as the Phantom goes
And your heart is wrapped all up in thought.
So when midnight strikes me tattooed, too
I will roll up my unused bribes for another bride
Like a straightened arrow, to my moon I will go.
Floating Soul (day 1693)
Float my soul as wind does blow;
A field of drifting snow.
Long grass will tickle my fleeting heart,
Field posts as my deep breath.
My wisdom is an open sea
Torrenting above this frozen ground,
Truth for which I’m steady holds
Dirt which refuses me
The steady pull of gravity.
And in this I shall forever find
Patience of the naked deciduous,
A lark, yet steadfast cold.
Edge (day 1643)
We all shake our gates to the sound of riddled irons
Ricocheting off midnight streets in lonely battle cries.
We dress formal, we provide answers,
We lose sight of retail for a better lease on life.
We do this. We pound our own hammer
With all our might, until fatal the blow
Or sharp the edge.
Orca Sighting (day 1642)
A little moment
I stopped to see
A pod of orcas
Across from me
“Starboard!”
The captain said
I leaned and looked
Found sun instead.
Ho! They played
Above, below,
From every direction
About the sea
Whips and whacks,
Breaching blows,
Whipping tails
And splashing bubbles
Just as they came
We sailed on past
Our ripples crossing
Diverging paths