3- Silhouettes

We are bodies We walk the same earth I have two eyes, you have ten fingers And yet we are all different   We are spirits We experience emotions I have cried and you have smiled And we have our own souls   We are…

Poem 3. Invisible Heartbeat

The quiet of night exists just beyond the twilight. A thousand kisses deep in my soul retreat. A silent wish unfulfilled. A heart without a seat. I try to win the meet, yet I do not want to taste defeat. This yearning inside I did not know could…

Time Cut Short

Eternity cannot be known the way life wants to know it, the way wind with its eight voices speaks ghost, holy and otherwise, as it blows through the Crow’s eye in search of an abandoned farmhouse. Eternity settles as dust in rooms where wind lives,…

A Win- win Relationship

What would you name a relationship- Sans lust Sans sensuousness Yet so cherished that it leads to a big smile. What would you name a relationship- Illogical Unacceptable Still so desiring that it ignites the soul. What would you name a relationship- Has no age…

The Light Within

I cannot fathom the power that lives within each of us. No matter how matted, disheveled, or broken we appear on the outside. The powers of a single touch alone is baffling. We can tear at each other so viciously, Beating the very will to…

Castles in the Sand

We played on the beach all day, building castles in the sand. We built a mighty kingdom in a majestic faraway land. The prince rescued the princess, and the celebration was grand. The king merrily approved when he knelt and asked for her hand. Then…

The Accusers (3rd hour)

I donned on my black boots readying myself for war Tied my hair into knots with twigs and rope Placing my hands upon the dirt and vowing whispers to my sisters I will awaken with thee And open a path of serenity So mote it…

Fidget Spinner

First Poem—posted at 9 a.m. CDT on the wrong page   That fidget spinner Whirling focuses attention But piques teacher’s ire.

Shore Story

Shore Story   It always was a part of me; the salt, the crashing of the sea. Sandy toes part of the lure; waves big and small, they are the cure. A seagull cries, my eyes they follow; he flies far off into tomorrow. If…

Hour Three, Image

Kinship I left the trail temporarily, my backpack straps tugging my shoulders down and back until I found this place, off the beaten path and becoming a part of the soil that once supported its structure. I laid my burden down on a rock and…