Thursday, July 3, 2014

Spinning, flying, dreaming

Spin through the air

feet flying

a doll in the wind

checkered vortex and stars await me

as I run into the shadows

Inky places

Rushing at me

as the pebble rolls

spinning sidewalk

Zooming cars

Zip everything up and put it in my pocket.

I reach out to grasp

the dragonflies tail

it is hovering

if I could grasp it

it would fly me past the slow motion movie

upon a screen

reclining against the boulder

a man

sipping languidly

from a bottle of dew

watching the water

roll past his feet.

My Soul

If I could
I would write my spirit out into the world,
past these corporal bonds,
the shadows of self doubt.
I would be upheld,
a phantom,
peering out of the golden hued clouds,
gliding this way and that
with the wave of my arm.

My company would be
rocky outcroppings of mountain peaks and valleys;
luscious greenery and fine yellow wild flowers.
My hair, spread behind me as golden beams of light.


A purple heart


bruised but not broken

Royalty cloaked

as a begger


Stare, if you must

blind eyes cannot see

past the darkness of ignorance.

An Old Poem of Longing

The hour has passed

but what of those left behind?

Crimson tears fall

as hope drains away.

Ask not the Robin

why her egg did not hatch

ask not amiss.

Ink spreads over pages

an empty book which cannot be filled

No, not for all the writing,

though ink drips from my pen.

Hold in your arms the soft sighs and joys

when the dawn breaks

my aching arms will be soothed

by a tender head.

Friday, June 13, 2014

Killing With Kindness

The agony of hidden grief

Chambers of the heart

Hollow pain

Full of longing

Empty, empty arms

Empty kisses

Empty love

Love making

Love taking

Faking a smile

Faking interest

in anyone else

The world is full of empty promises

All your soothing words and gestures

Your sincerity and earnestness

Makes me cry

Because you killed me

When you hurt my children, my sister

They say forget the past, don't let what happened there affect you today.

But I can't forget it, I cannot

You killed me there

Don't come back

It hurts

Friday, February 28, 2014

Where is my heart?

Where is my heart?

This is my companion, a keening search for self

Trying to define 

My smile

Deep mystery



Deep soul

Searching constantly

for the pieces

Spread throughout the world

Written down 


By others

passing words on their lips

thoughts on paper

A piece of me

I am

Reflected in your smile, your laughter

Ever searching

So many places


for the source of myself

balm for my heart

Not whole

Pieces of my soul

spread thin

Written down

or spoken

Where can I find my heart? 

I have searched in caverns of wonder, I have listened to the wind

I have felt a disjointed prayer as I searched in the woods. 

Can I join in communion, with the laughter of the angels?

A little

Where is my heart?

It is aching in my chest

Poked and bleeding 

As I turn the pages of the pictures on the screen 

It is filled with echos

of wonder



It is sitting here with me at my desk

In a world where heartache 

is hard to escape.