Grace in Trouble

Soot and slime,

slowly blanket landscape.

Clenched fist strikes the ground-

Yet there are kindnesses still-

our pocket watch

ticks dutifully,

Wildfire flames

crawl to boundaries

where dew has sprinkled-

throw off prisms

From the sun that rises on the just

and the unjust.

Look Up!

(I think it began with me looking at my feet)

Shuffle into the labyrinth, size ten feet with crooked big toes;

(stay in your lines, count-check-count-check-count-check)

square-lined linoleum, occasional course corrections into walls-

I think maybe i left my mind in the corners-

with the snickering dust-bunnies and saltine crumbs?

(Dang it, lost count- begin again, by fours, count-check-count-check and hop!)

Inadequate Words

Letters fall,

snowflake and sound;

I gather, they slip

onto clay ground;

try to gather them up

then they melt,

now substance and pearl

can’t be found.

Open Heart

Lay aside my royal garment,

it tattered and tore;

linen, unprotected from varment

hands cup heart, pour

Poison and pain drip, drip

to the red soil below-

no pretense of glory,

Just offer lethal store.

Peace has it’s say,

now room for faith

spirit free and solid,

no longer sinking wraith.

Astray Surrender

Remove the breastplate,

dull from neglected upkeep;

clatters on concrete.

Pop! remove helmet,

skull open, vulnerable-

sun, shadow fall there.

Eyes avoid the belt,

fingertips grip underneath,

unfasten buckle.

Kick off metal shoes,

bare feet are vulnerable,

and stones are so sharp.

Misplaced shield can’t block

the metal coils you now

flaming arrows sear.

Sword, muttered prayer

rusty and dull from disuse

pray block enemy.


Though anger may be thrown at you,

and your senses cry defeat

engage your love in battle,

it’s fruit later you reap.

Sing your songs when you are down,

fight amongst your grief and tears

give a smile, not a frown,

seed will grow throughout the years.