My longest morning begins
without you
The cherished sun-smile
that hides with expectations
the cloud bellows white
the sheets wet by fitful
dreams of losing you
WHEN did moments charge
in blood? And between spaces
bent fingers reaching for you?
Oh where, where is this “YOU?”
My passion
larger
shrinking)
dearest love
Perhaps a heart caught
in the throe of passion
a bluejay egg within my
throat!

:: 07-03-2015 ::

It is so long since i have felt

summer and smiles
with rolling wheels upon
pondering dreams when
was is more than then
the What/Is my own
mystery lost to the Ages
so long since I have
been
someone to love
with warm heart
what is never meant
can sometimes be
you and me

:: 07-03-2015 ::

TO hear the dead sing
is never kind
the pure blood of tears
the wet shower of
thunderstorms

It tis not the heart
nor the spirit!
but soul of the blue jay
that knows four eggs
bring three souls

The ‘who-souls’ of life
sing ‘woe’ and me:
you: the smallest voice
heard across the universe!

:: 06-30-2015 ::

DYING is not so pitiful
as denying life!
One leg to rise
another to rest
Thrice met have I
hearts of bruised skies
and flowers of my fields
:the little tears wept!
We all:  men and women
die!

:: 06-23-2015 ::

So slowly the day drains away
from my own aching lonely heart
and I see the trees along my way
to the empty space of my heart
and I hear it whispering,
“So strong so lovely so beautiful
is this coming night” and I weep
again. I see the moon, it says
‘nighty-night’ I see the birds
and the slumbering clouds
kissing me in all their wet mouth
and when I’m alone I should dream
life is a stage of two lovers
shouting emotions and when we touch
we dream a little dream of love
and when the day dreams away
and wild animals sing “souls”
and I close the compact in me
and give all of me, my heart.

:: 06-22-2015 ::

My words are children
born with or without
legs and hearts
un-aborted regardless
of defects:  as giver
of life through emotion
as poetry and paintings
that speak to me
Sometimes a shadow
–we dance
other moments,
an echo,
they always speak to me!

:: 07-24-2014 ::