writingstrokes of the quilldance to clock's rhythmpoetry in motion
woodedrecordedin the rings of the trees wolfsong
autumnal collectionIpeach sunlight on migratory wingsend of summerIIblinding gloryautumn's first sunrisecrowns the pinesIIItiptoeing atop autumn rosesa butterflyIVadorationbeneath the daystarsunflowers
savoringtaste of her lip glossstill lingers from their last kisstea is left to cool
senselessfar too oftenour flag droops at half-mastsoaked with blood and tears
blindingsparkle of frosta million sunrisesfrom each leaf and blade
ut27the threat of rainmore like a promisesummer drought
stormysmell of the skyher face wet with rain and tears
sweptwinter windthe only oak tree's leaveshuddle on the porch
missinulong stretches the daylight sneaking in through closed blindsmarks time on the flooreven more drawn-out is nightcounting heartbeats you can’t hear
firefliesflickeringthese brilliant faerie heartsmidsummer night
rosyblossoms on the fencetransforming spring raininto rosewater~~~~~~~~~drizzle of honeyon blueberry pancakesroses in the vase
dredgingpast is behind usyet with one look backwe are overcome
brandfingertips whisperover quiv'ring skinfiery verses
defenderthere are timeswhen fear or sadness may enter my heartyet it fleeswhen your hand fills mine
Contrivandno pain tno gain a
a new daysome days don't make senseno matter what happens itsoon will be past tense
EasyThese daysmy prince in shining armoris a manic-pixie-dream-girlwho shows up on my doorstepreeking of patchouliand old leatherand maybe something dankshe has a free seat in her vanand stardust in her handscoffee on her lipsand I amsmittenwith the curves of liberationchasing willow breezesunder the swirlof the night skyweightless.she leaves meafter a monthfor blackberry bramblesand psychedelic punchand someonewho still dreamsbutI keep the vanlive off of ground cherriesand chestnutson the banksof the loneliest riverI can findI watch the currentscarry away tomorrowand finally drink my fillof peace
midnight bluebeneath the shimmering seais another worldsoaked in midnight blue
CursedI am cursed to wanderWithout a homeGuided by the starsAnd the footprintsOf who I will become
UntitledThe more devastating tragedy Was closing our eyes.
Washed away.His lips werealways bitterblue; hislungs spentso long drowningin the weight ofhis gaspingwindpipe hedidn't know whatcalm seas feltlike.(breath slowly, slowly, slowlywas all they ever said.)Washed-up onempty shores, hisdriftwoodbody lay brokenon the sands atdawn, feelingsin two and lipsstill bitter blue,but this time therewas nomovement as thewaves lay weeping,finallycalm.(and the lonely sailorwandered forevermore, neveragain to touch the distant shore.)
Alone in an Old Church [25/30]Silence.Prickling,tickling silence.Heaving,breathing silence.The shadows humThe rafters whisperThe hymnbooks sing to themselvesAnd the dust hangs on their words.
craniumyou comb the glass out of my hair with your fingers.sharing silent & shaky smiles; we are sunset-strong kids.well, yes honey, the storm’s over. but damn it all if we ever stop being afraid.
avifaunacurious, curiousthe hang is luring,syllables rollingfrom lips alluring.quips quickwith whispers that lingersoftly in the airand i'm hang-ing on the edgeof your next words.old muse, new viewsthis poetic motionglides whimsical;with a hummingbird quicknessthat auras over my eyelids.
sweet and tearswe collided like poetry, i dip fingersinto memories like honey gold tinged andsmelling of thyme - time passes and i rollyour kisses around in my mouth, you tastedlike cough drops and summer-sweat days
Fracture, #1Sickness scrapes at my throat with its jawso I swallow the light
a musereflectionsfrom one glass to another stir the dust