And it all went black
There in the moment I realized
Nobody makes promises anymore
No one has courage
Take vows from the ink
Make them come alive
And the heat lightning rap-rap-rap-rapping
‘gainst my glass window pane
Will not prompt me to doubt
It all went black
Mister Fire
“You’re not putting me
on some timetable devised
by you, lover boy.”
Every Knee
You came to my heart
As a pinpoint white light
You said “You’re Welcome.”
All The You
Summer’s plans
Perhaps never in the standings
But off the table now, I know
Go gently now
All the You
Muffled sounds of would-be cheers
All the vivid color
Seasoned, learned play-by-play analysis
All the heartbreak
Ode To You
You might be the one
In cement there
At the bottom of the steep, steep ascent
Holding on for dear life wondering
Can I?
You might be the one
Under dark skies here
Unable to navigate or follow through
Pining for your sea legs
What then?
You might be the one
Overcome now
Thoughts of what could go, may go, wrong
Aching and afraid, wishing
If only?
Ascend and see
Look far and smell the salt air
Breathe deep and find
You might be the one
Un
I became erased
Not with one bold stroke
So as to make the act noteworthy
Breaking News they could not avoidHarsh, insipid words or kindlessness
Carried excuses for roaming eyes
Earth made each trip ’round the sun
As I disappeared, you sat on your handsI toil now, with Epic hopes
Weaved with the smallest stands of gold
To ultimately decide
Do you deserve me
Scarboard
She isn’t finished
Meanwhile, I’ll celebrate her
She always wows them
She has a story
A true tale of scars and love
She is of the deep
Clinical
Though you know your words won’t change the truth
You’ll utter them, won’t you
When bitter honesty, rained down with lightning’s splendor
Ought leave you speechless
Why the hope-filled hollow, a fathom deep and wide
Which dwarfs you -why the denial
When with empty hands and learned heart, you realize
Your faith was fated after all
Cholera
All this abundance
All this abundance
All this
Despicable
Blessed
Abundance
No One Told Her No
I saw her there, waiting for ice cream
On a hot July afternoon
Two tiger lillies tucked behind her ear
Live and larger than life
I expected honey bees might encircle her
No one told her no
No you cannot wear flowers so large
Not behind that ear, at least
So orange
So alive
She’d not have heard anyway
She seemed otherwise timid and small
Waiting for butter pecan
An intended respite from the heat
No wonder that not long thereafter
The cumulus clouds
Which mimicked her blooms
Exploded
Bursting forth their relief
Her relief
Our relief
