Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Isolated


 Worm of motion
slides gently to cut
Light
the landscape
red & Orange
like the sky
Shuts its eyes
& its horizon
Fades to darkness

It blinds
It binds
Connection to the minds
To seek a shelter without abuse
& a bed without a muse


3-7-2017

Friday, July 21, 2017

Mind’s eye

Green blue grey
In incomplete disarray
From the bottom straight up
To the bird flying by instinct

When darker clouds swim by
Sporadically overhead
They cool down the cracking skin
& dim the sunlight
From its everyday wander

Blown bubbles prism air
The little boy follows carelessly
Tracing the wind’s path

When she thinks of Sylvia Plath
A carbon monoxide victim asphyxiated
With head in the oven & children sleeping
What makes a good mother?

Uninvited raindrops suddenly splash
these tainted letters
That shake the page of a poet’s garden
A disdain to a warm summer day

But a shelter under the pine tree branches
Makes water an inspiration
As it cleans out everyday noise
till breathing becomes our poise

Drip drop drip drop
Time to pause

Drip drop…                                                 

LIFE




masks are hardly

  The breeze from the rushing train Still brushes my long hair Still gives a moment of surrender   Masks are hardly Breathable Y...