There’s no place like home With a coffin of glass In a magical forest Where they grieve as they pass For knowledge is poison And love was a lie There’s no kiss to wake her Just tears left to cry For each life she touched…
Category: Miscellaneous
Shy—hour 7
Twilight has exited Partnered with the shy moonlight Release to the Night
Hour Seven / Normal – Not So Normal
“norm” becomes “morn” when we scramble letters together, a new beginning coming each morning with morning owls and train whistles again, again, again, again, and again “morn” becomes “mourn” when we let rhymes enter our lives, and we mourn small freedoms and inevitably massive, humble…
A Singular Tone
We are one note, he says. It began in the Alaskan tundra, strolling together under the midnight sun. For our anniversaries, vacations, and weekends, we’ve hiked up to spectacular views, followed trails in the rain forest, backpacked in western mountain ranges, and explored Utah’s…
Poem 7: A Tribute to Margaret Atwood “Burnt Steak”
Summer. Time to prepare For liquid influx. The concept of weekends. No bearing on Anything. We curse the humid feeling of organizing limited time. We think of Fruit, and removing seeds. Tedium. The barbeque is cob-webby and has rusty parts. I don’t think the Steak…
Fallow
The fallow must follow the fecundity Grow my darling Verdant and riotous Create Vines of ink and harvest of words Tend Insights in untidy rows Cultivate Ideas round and sweet as melons Gather The sun ripened seeds of dreams Then Turn the earth Tuck yourself…
Summertime Blues
I love summer and summer loves me. As I Rest under a big tall shade tree with a nice cool drink to refresh my Soul. There are always summertime games of hide and go seek. You don’t have to worry about school until Fall takes…
FALLOW
6 seasons left untended Fallow heart Dormant The few tenacious tendrils Emerging from the soil Wild and untamed A testament to nature Rather than nurture
New Earth
feet find gravel flaws soles would seriously singe this surface now stings
AWARE
A secret Magic sitting on the surface of the world There for all Waiting for the few The curious To notice To stop To scoop it up To delight Allowing it to play along senses A kinetic painting on skin