A Light and Playful Time, Noting this Rhyme of Mine

Plenty of words cross my mind
Lines of muse that dip and fly,
Entries of longing, discord, and trial
Assemble in rhythms of rowdy piles.
Saturated florals of ink and key
Unclaimed meadows to a wandering bee,
Running in teams with tangents that steer
Ending their chase in eight tones to hear,
Silence to find the cadence complete
~ starry nights shine ten times as sweet.

winks

blink, blink, twinkle, blink
firebug flies and lightning winks
blink, blink, twinkle, blink

Romeo Loves Juliet, really?

When bright Montague loves fair Capulet

their terrible path was paved wrong.

What did Romeo think to do

When Juliet slept so still?

He doesn’t stop to find their priest

Who might have spared his pain.

That fair maiden lays in sleep

Waiting for her love to wake

Breathing deep and slow might be

Longing to embrace.

What did Romeo think to do

When Juliet slept so still?

He tore his shirt and found his blade

Cursing his skin to hell.

If he had but waited a moment more

To find love’s eyes still bright

He would have found a beating heart

Renewed with purpose and delight.

Does Romeo love his Juliet

Like Adam loved his Eve?

A garden delight they lived in well

Until the serpent played his dice.

Adam was missing when Eve did make

Terrible plans that designed her thought

Cursing the ground on which she stood

And in one swift stroke caught all hell.

What did Adam think to do

When Eve slipped so far?

He didn’t stop to find their Priest

Who might have spared his pain.

That fair maiden lays in sleep

Waiting for her love to protect

Breathing quick and scared alone

Longing to be embraced.

What did Adam think to do

When Eve slipped so far?

He tore the grass to bind its blades

Covering his regret and shame.

If he had but waited a moment more

Instead of grabbing forbidden fruit

He might have protected his fair wife

And not blamed God for her breath,

Beseeching instead for Him to renew.

What might Adam think to say

When Romeo loved Juliet?

He might have said to "Stay thy hand,

Find the priest who cares for you."

Firelight

Embers glowing orange
White-hot streaks smolder in deep
triumph and defeat.

Evergreens

Green meadows hold court

for the beckoning high kings

pristine in their sport

*2012

With Nothing to Say

Has it really been four weeks
and I have had nothing to say?
Surely there has been more to do
and more time filled with play.

Where, oh where, did four weeks go?
Perhaps it's because I stubbed my toe.
Surely there are brain cells connected
all the way from there to my feet.
Isn't that how the song is metered?
From verse to verse, ankle and shin do meet?

Alas, I have no answers
and still I sit
longing to ponder
what no one else has dreamt.

*2012 december

Seven Wonders of Life

Touch
Taste
See
Hear
Run
Laugh
and, to Love.


*October 2001

More Than a Copy

Pretty on a paper,
perfect in its place.
Each color isolated.
No breath; no living space.

Paper doll patterns,
line up in class.
Attention gilds their edges.
No love; no living space.

One day a new song,
breaks into the rhythm.
Drums no longer beat
a monotonous grief.
One small breath; simple living space.

Wonders in stained glass,
lay exact in their frames.
The master selects each color
with precision and plan.
No shame; a new living space.

How so our world?
We behave like paper dolls.
In copy harkening to a drum
that marks Death's chant.
Fly from these walls, all you colors of glass.
Breathe in the air and soar to the clouds.
Sing a song that will free your soul,
and look for your Master's true given place.

Ode to Coffee

May you ever be

in the best of moods

and transform my smile

with your warm brew.

Whether dark or light

it matters not;

where I hope to live

is near your small pot.

Come hither, come nigh

all I wonder is why;

when my love draws cold,

Make mine bold!

Silver Storms

Silver ships collide
their moonlit caps froth and foam
creatures skip along

Silver trumpets blast
the air snaps its sonic charge
and sails billow wide

Water creatures groan
wretched with their labor
roaring to full height

Silver tsunami
in the quiet of the night
capsizes the moon

Mirror

Fathomless glass pools

Casting truth's light on my prose

Reflecting my soul

Love Whispers

Of native passion

We do ourselves meet

Tender sweeps upon fierce heat

The Wind

Overtures sound as
Mother Nature sighs
Hollow rushes willows weep

Red, Red Universe

Red, red universe
Soft scarlet swirls simplify
the essence of life

Storm Clouds

the dark buccaneer

sails the thund'rous horizon

on its tall cloud ship

Worth the Tears

Sometimes the crying is worth the tears.
If my poetry comes from my pain
it's no wonder I'm writing again.
He won't accept me as I am.
My throat chokes and sputters a few times
but I find release in several chosen lines.
My heart is tired of its ache.
I need to learn to be my own
so off I set, my heart lets go.
Sometimes the crying is worth the tears.

Broken Spirit

Here I sit on my cage's swing

looking through this gilded thing.

My master feeds me wondrous fare,

peach nectar and sunflower share.

High and bright the sun peeks through,

Long since my golden spirit flew.

Here I sit on my gilded swing

looking through this caged thing.

I wonder and burn for air,

for a breeze to carry me anywhere.

I flap and I sing

but little does it bring.

My master keeps me in this gilded thing,

and long since I sit on my cage's swing.

Sea Gypsies

It is the whales' song of tearful chords.
Those graceful guardians of the sea
Who remind us all of past worlds' lore.

What is that tearful weeping
from azure horizons and fathoms deep?
It is the whales' song of tearful chords.


Beyond the world's wooded edge
Man forgets to listen and ignores
who reminds us all of past worlds' lore.

A verse echoes across the wide miles
a mixed melancholy harmony of psalms.
It is the whales' song of tearful chords.

On a never leaving horizon we ride
hunting to silence the old generation.
Who will now remind us of our past world's lore?

Earth's pandemonium culminates its fate; 
If only Man had paused to God's "Beware!"
This was the whales' song of tearful chords
who once reminded us of past worlds' lore.

(~revised 2012)

Summer Rain

Summer rain
falling swiftly,
Summer rain
falling quickly,

Summer rain

Wash my tears away.

He won't know
how I miss him,
Does it show
how I miss him?

Summer rain
Hide my tears away.

Summer rain
falling swiftly,
Summer rain
falling quickly,

Summer rain
Wash my tears away.

 People say
Springtime showers
bring along summer flowers,

But all I have
is summer rain.


Summer rain
falling swiftly,
Summer rain
falling quickly,

Summer rain
wash my tears away.

Purple Thunder

Time rolls through days like raging thunder:
Blue-black anger bruises the sapphire spring sky
as the moon's silver gaze overcomes the translucent sun;
Slow-blinking stars pattern the celestial weave
while white lightning discharges her forked fury;
like discordant whispers in a violent dream.

Colorless vapors twist and collide as her Dream blurs;
Reason and Action move the wind and order the thunder.
Thoughts provoke Answers and chained fury strikes the midnight sky.
The sapphire blue fades and turns to a mournful cry
as the Moon eclipses the weeping Sun.

Maturity ages the passing prodigal;
her soul searches the aching, twisting dream
for the triumphant Sun to blaze across the weave,
to chase the darkness with its reviving beam.

Twilight tiptoes into a fresh morning sky;
A new day, awake and afresh chants in her ear.
Harmony overthrows the furious Horror; 
the moon kneels to the resurrected Sun.



(~revised 2012)