Infirm
On the corner the usual crowd assembles bloodshot red words laid out so cold, stumble along search the wide world, another mouthful of booze will never find the buried gold Continue reading Infirm
On the corner the usual crowd assembles bloodshot red words laid out so cold, stumble along search the wide world, another mouthful of booze will never find the buried gold Continue reading Infirm
whirring fluttering transparent whisps on the wind sequined grace iridescent defies the p u l l of ordinary Continue reading Ruby Throated
Song and Dance The moist, fertile breath of March cools my morning face Sparrows cut a ruckus, wings akimbo, in the palm tree while golden honeybees float between pear blossoms, a mini ballet A glint of red in an azure sky, Coast Guard chopper jitterbugs overhead among the lazy background bustle of the city, it all melds together, an outdoor theater for my pleasured senses. Continue reading Morning Meditation 3.19.14
Broken wind chimes sway in the barely chilled morning breeze, two notes regaling the coming balmy day. I sing “hallelujah!” Continue reading Morning Meditation
The in-between time falls in soft silence, cloudy blue is the color of its’ face. A time of gathering up, of languid preparation, a slow easing into the coming darkness. It’s for low laughter and the clink of wine glasses, night blooming Jasmine and whispered secrets, dew covered toes and hidden kisses. It’s for drawing in and settling the lessons of the day, then filing them in a closet in your mind and closing the door. __________________________ Originally published on my Tumblr in participation with the 365/52 writing prompt site. Shared on dVerse Poets Pub, an online poetry community where … Continue reading The In-Between Time
the sun teases cold weary hibernators lusting for palm fronds throwing shadows onto patio bricks, the cutting wind is alien in the land of temperate breezes, the icy rain unwelcome as we cover our heads in fleece-lined hoodies, cursing whatever god guided winter weather in the wrong direction while our shorts and tank tops wait impatiently for southern-kissed skin _______________________________ Shared on dVerse Poets Pub, an online community of poets who share their work and support each other. Continue reading December Unrecognized
Deliberate footsteps fell one behind the other onto cracked concrete, heel then toe clad in cleat soled hiking boots laced in orange, the color of warning signs and life jackets and hard hats and reflective patches and safety cones, the color of his teeth and hair and eyelashes and the letters in his head that flashed but made no words only floated razor-sharp before his omnivorous eyes a breadcrumb trail to inevitability Continue reading Orange