Absence

Trees uprooted, leafing

Water flowing freely

Dripping all around

 

She whispers so discreetly

With no feet upon the ground

 

Floating around, so freeing

Nothing to tether, just receiving

Moon’s coming down

Up to misconceiving

 

She whispers so discreetly

Rising above the sound

 

The sands of time so fleeting

The hours and seconds spin

Out of control, then back back again

 

She whispers so discreetly

The power of the pen

Swallowtail Jig

The sounds of stings

The joy it brings

 

The melody, it soothes me

Creatively groovy

 

The notes the scream

Follow me

Joyfully

 

Pick up your bow

Go with the flow

 

The pen it bleeds

As my soul sings

True Colours

The brown of my eyes

Showing deep compromise

 

Indigo, is the shade of the day

The color of voice

And work

Yet, I am in word play

 

Not hard to keep my spirits up

Beneath this clouded sky

With out that endless blue

And sun to get me by

 

Burning from within

Thought I’d take a swim

In cool blue waters

 

A change of scene

A feather brings

 

Black and blue

I’ll push through

My words, bring reckoning.

The Creation ~ spider

Eight legged creature

Spin your web

Let us stop

Admiring our own

Creations

 

Through your eyes

Sparking strings are spun

Let the lovers

Learn where

Our beauty grows

 

From the heart

Small and vulnerable

Bitten more than once

Ode to Robert Fulghum

I remember when I first started reading your words.

In your sharing I found that, I

 

Too~ admire, and wish

That I

Could also, imitate “Words I Wish I Wrote”

 

She Knows

Beautifully amazing

She questions herself

Her guiding light

Should she shine it

 

In her glory, truly being

She finds herĀ worthy

Stumbling around

Spinning round

 

Transmitting

Her darkness, into light

Turning it ~

Inside out

Timed Exercise

As the first minute ticks by

Let those built up words fly

Just keep pace, don’t lose track

Music flowing through the air

Keep the second beats pumping

 

A little break- now take two

A party, traveling through

As a different artist peeks through

The tune, slows and grows

Never look back, carry on.

 

New bass, new lines start.

Third stanza on.

Not lost, but alone

Carried along through song

High notes, rising

Pushing through

Just keep going

No time to stop

you’re still on the clock.

Carry on.

Proginsticated

I found you, while out for a walk

I heard you calling

Through the sun spotted canopy

Rays of light, guiding

Analting the human sized boulder

 

Crawling up, scared and shaken

To lay upon the calming alter

Instantly embraced

Surrendering to mending

 

Grounded as I looked up

Universal love pouring down

Seeping through bone and stone

Into roots below

 

In that sacred space

Touching myself, connecting

Vaticinating into grace

Is Anybody Listening

Words I long to say

Feelings that betray

Truths, found here and there

Dying without expression

 

Lingering, echoing

Words I long to say

Afraid to feel that way

Dying without expression

 

Afraid to feel that way

The past reverberating

Is anybody listening

Lingering, echoing

 

Truths, found here and there

Feelings that betray

Will find me where I stay

Is anybody listening

Picture of Hour 3

As the sun dawns

She stirs, ready

Awakened by creativity

Love of word encourages

Sparks of light

 

Anxiously, reaching out

Stretching, further and further

Connecting with others

 

There together

Our light grows

With our excitement

Our hope

 

No. You are not alone ~

 

Anyone can trace it back and see

It all starts, in you and me