Prancing renegade flowing over the meadow and through the grass Unmeasured cadence tiptoeing, twirling, cajoling active and silent.   Gushing torrent crashing vividly continuously Giggling with interaction flirting as silk drapes moving forcefully onward.   The gargoyle’s long hard glances are everlasting and petrifying Monstrous…

The Gardener   Unprepared and precious, I lift them out with two hands. I find in the dirt of my new garden decrepit plastic whiffle balls, cracked open like an eggshell on one side where nothing has escaped, empty from inception, and chunk pieces of…

The turning of a leaf speaks in deep rhythms to ring, as the wind gently whispers through thick boughs of green fingers anxiously awaiting the oncoming rain. Even the soil seems loosened from under my feet, respiring, giving way to make room for moisture to…

(A 4-stanza 5-7-5) crack open mountains hot red rock or cool water drink until it’s dry tear through the heavens lightning quick and thunder loud grumble as they cry pour into the sea sick black slicks and plastic dreams salt turned acid stings burn bright,…

You can hear the wind whistle through the rusty rock maze dropping away vertically a thousand meters downward into a river which stretches onward through shifting sands of red desert   You can almost see the sun and its halo of fire behind clouds of…

I want to pass through the other banks, where it’s winding and narrow. Where I can freely slide down the mountains and hills, Cascading through the boulders of rocks and creeping in between the sleepy pebbles. To my senses, it is numbing and very relaxing,…

This earth, she burns my feet she swallows me in her endless seas she spews me, fire heated and flowing. I push my snake like body to the ocean I rest, l grow, l sleep, I am time becoming history. She sings to me, a…

Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire, fueling all that we desire. And yet that base is often attacked. Yes, based on history, but more myth than fact. The world dangles not on elemental ire- As science has shown whenever we enquire. Yet still, this spell asks…

Between the Tiles of Life   Rush, blow away the boredom, lost in wind and storm. Burst, chaos still it lingers, sparking flames are born. Splash, eyes of leaking splatter, wash those feelings out. Grounded, soil beneath the feet, emotions are the grout.   –…

Born of Earth Grown from seed Sown long ago   Dancing with wind Ever-changing Swaying to and fro   Tattered, tired peices Burn in fire Resurrecting soul   Blessed water Washed over Quenching thirst Cleansing sin   Only to be born again