Poem 3. La La Land

We call out to you the angels under our tongues speaking in a language it has been said that you know. We have been told that you know. We lay on our face waiting for your responses. We lay on our face. We push mud…

Emulation

He stands tall above the other… houseplants…? Dracaena A dragon tree, crowned and elegant, loosing fronds in every direction, three headed and authoritative. The tinge of red among the strobe of green growth catches my eye, earns my admiration, directs my contemplation. I try to…

Pink earth, green sky

Oh, to take a cello To the pink earth and green sky Spread out on the hours A carpet of flyaway dreams… A lovely breeze to ruffle the notes, and carry An old tune I’m humming To distant skies – Pollens of happiness So treasured…

Poem 3 Hour 3 Stars

City of stars, don’t let me down tonight. I have wishes to make. Pictures to take. If I could set myself free, I could breathe. Later I will hang the pictures on my walls, to remember I’m not alone. City of stars, your beauty makes…

Hour three

the bees swarm around their hive the scouts have located a new home they pause midair for directions drawing on the scent of scout pheromones the bees guide their old queen to the new place keeping her cool and safe surrounded by her loyal bees…

My Sunflower Girl – Hour Three

My sunflower girl You brighten all my days My sunflower girl You are in my heart always Whenever I’m down You can always bring a smile My sunflower girl Please stay here with me awhile My sunflower girl You are happy through the dim My…

When (3rd Poem)

We were so happy then When When When You held me on rainy days Captive in the water for what seemed like hours Only mere seconds until we drifted to shelter Umbrella or indoor weather Where we’d occupy the rest of the day Those days…

Hour 3 – chapters on eternity

the heart wants to  write lines on love and loss hum the lyrics of desires dream of the silver and golden mouths of galaxies   the heart wants to beat in the peaceful solitude of snowy mountains touch the cold streams that banish all thoughts…