Breath, Green

Your breath, your breeze,

a creek and twine;

with buried tendons,

branches wind.

Roots dig in deep,

sun drapes gold cape;

hills soft or steep,

flies webs escape.

‘Til evening caps

pearl-lit stars find-

me on sharp grass

lost sense of time.



Your soil

demands nutrients;

in ash or manure,

compost or peat moss.

Dehydrated, pandering

tune and verse,


helps no heart.

You are His

A chafing, belly cry-

heart’s prayer, and a song;

held in God’s hand,

this torrent is strong.

Word smashes like hammer

to dust, scattered fine-

grant water, new answer,

He says “you are mine”.

Stand, hold on

you are in His palm;

dusk until dawn,

your strength, your calm.


Can’t coax pearl petals from shoot or stem,

or cast blueprints for bees hum;

Can’t speak tender words to guide a creek,

or lay out path of sun.

My feeble pen scratches, rude and splotched,

tapping like metronome time;

function as a darkened mirror

while words dance their rhyme.


Chosen, in His hands lifted,

no random die is cast;

it goes from grace to grace

from the first to the last.

Regardless of Satan or

man’s epic fails,

God’s provision and purpose

forever prevails.

A e Freislighe Attempt

Set your soil tillable

as He sends the morning dew-

seeds in digging fillable

soul and spirit will sing new.

Now is sowing season here

the planting you don’t know how;

these secrets that no reason hear

still stems break through with low bow.

Abstract/sound poetry

Simply sim, simply sat,

Coco saw a simply rat

Orange it was, burst out with song

And scratched it’s nose all day long.

Pimlee pee, pimlee you,

orange rat would sing with you.


Falling down the pit

swirling drain

I sink

I sink

call out to you

but you

kiss me goodbye and state,

“be well, “

“be well.”