Tag Archives: Poetry

Peculiar Storm

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sitting in slot canyon

waiting for the light

feeling loss & worry

long has been the night

camping here in silence

hidden from all sight

playing the day over

as if the past won’t bite

tears come in a rainfall

walls, they seem so tight

weeping needs to end soon

extravagance of blight

storms on the horizon

losing at this fight

need to turn around soon

try with all my might

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Forest in the Bathroom

there’s a forest in the bathroom

where thoughts are getting lost

and a chapel in the bedroom

where understanding drifts aloft

while stumbling down the hallway

where quiet souls are set to drift

the meadow in the front room is

where many moods will meet to lift

sitting at the wellspring dining table

where communing seems most fit

glancing towards the humble kitchen

where the dreams will now be swift


Underpinnings

what lies beneath

is not a horror

movie or show

we are the supports

shoring each other up

to polish a stone

it is still worn down

don’t let each other crumble


Messy

heaped clothing

eventually washed

yummy remnants

left soaking

puddle splashed

spot treated

paper piles

sorted filed

sleep breath

cleansing brush

heart broken

tears cleanse


Iconic Twig

a single bulb

red

bends the branch

wrapped in blue

taking me back

newspaper schedules

annual shows

no demand

just a wish

to be home that night


Hollow Core Door

I’m easy to dent

it may have always been this way

walked through, left open, slammed shut

a forceful punch puts a hole in my core

no easy way to patch, it always leaves a scar

now unhinged and homeless

searching for a way to re-purpose

table to eat upon

desk for recording history

bookshelf of others’ stories

or

filled up and left solid

 


Craigslist Anonymity

standing at an asphalt junction

with a stranger that filled every space with himself

I gave the wrong answer.

What do I do?

I love, nurture, create

I cook, hike, bike

I breathe fast, I breathe slow

I plan, I’m spontaneous

I change my mind

I think, revel, stew

I love big, huge, and small

I discover, hide, ignore

I leave space for others because I know that I exist

no need to prove it by filling all of your space

What do I do?

I live

on purpose, without purpose

I laugh more than I cry

reflect within, reflect without

the mirror is ME

the mirror is YOU

we live

I dance

with rolling hips and laughing heart