Globe, sapphire, and green-
hands hover, encase, flutter
like palms enclose moths.
Tremulous clutch, grip-
breath gift, connection
reclaimed from the source.
Solid to gray dust,
half-cast shadow over sun,
peace with a void.
Globe, sapphire, and green-
hands hover, encase, flutter
like palms enclose moths.
Tremulous clutch, grip-
breath gift, connection
reclaimed from the source.
Solid to gray dust,
half-cast shadow over sun,
peace with a void.
A talent, I would think, would be the first thing,
Or maybe all my money, or finest diamond ring-
my loyalty, though wavering, could really do it’s part,
or try to do what’s right, with all of my heart.
Still when you call, you offer your perfect healing balm-
Require only my empty, open palm.
Cloak and starry sky,
obsidian mirrors shine
’til scarlet Dawn rise.
Follow each lit step
forward focus, future goals
love, abundant Life.
Don’t ever look back,
dust, darkness, and scorched rubble
is now behind you.
I offered you silk petals,
roses lovely head;
still you only frowned a little,
and saw the thorns instead.
Offered warm meal and hugs,
and listened to your day,
still you only saw the thorns
in my bouquets spray.
I walked for hours to provide,
with a body giving way,
still you only saw the thorns,
when nothing I would say.
Both people showing love,
Sacrifice, price to pay,
Look past these thorns I carry,
To the rose display.
Shell solidifies,
sometimes the sword is kindest,
to let the truth in.
Suck in,
smoke or stone;
final gleanings
from field’s poisons;
green is contempt,
green is witchcraft;
Air, water,ripe
garden of self-satisfaction
the tare-heads plucked,
chewed-
others, still pasture consumed,
mad herds and sturdy canes
envy has mingled with
superiority in a hybrid grape.
Echoes from the far wall,
of damp , mossy cave-
sunshine fled hours ago,
tried to clutch a ray.
Fingers barely visible,
alone in moon’s glow-
God really did put in time
For this celestial show.
Disconsolent heart hanging,
string tied in my chest-
it’s bulk and heat,
may reach my feet,
at despondencies rest.
Though dark and shadow reign here,
and cave’s exit is far,
I know my God remembers me
because I see the stars.
Smooth tongue’s formations-
maple incantations won’t
buttress crumbling walls.