This one standing always tall
Forged metal
To help the unheard
Be heard
My soul, now willing and briefed
Speaks still
My pencil, my shutter
Your voice
a funny feeling: A Haiku
You in the spotlight
You’re there for a high purpose
Somebody loves you
Lisa Mae II
The Earth
Was never going to rip itself from under you
Nor was the Air ever planning
To flee from your lungs
You weren’t waiting for the Universe
And all it’s never going to tell you
To telegraph you
Were you?
What, just what more
Do you need your perfect eyes
Asymmetric emeralds
To see
Provider
Was it truly seven days
The path that produced truth
The Only Thing that isn’t
Too good to be true
Sinew’s Counsel
Does your heart muscle remember
How it let go
Do you recollect
Those times you’ve freely relinquished
Or not wanting to release, did as much?
Account here your every sinew’s wisdom
Every neuron’s path
There is more of this road to trod
Hellish and unrelenting
Only hope will walk it
And I see footprints
But are they my own, making headway
Falling back
Lost?
I welcome your words
Teach my ears, my eyes, my fingers, my heart
How to let go
After The Education
I did not just now
See
Did I
In my peripheral
With my two tired eyes
A guy strum slow down the sidewalk
With a cello
My very favorite
This time it saddened me, though
For it caused his back to bow
Under the weight of it
When he’d certainly have preferred
To reach
And pluck
The new tulips along his path instead
She Knows
As sure as she stands
Having stopped running
And with a shortness of breath
Her wallowing ends here
A lesser woman
Would be smiling by now
At the thug long gone
In the rear view mirror
He’ll not admit
She is as good as gold
Like the flecks in her true green eyes
He tastes her pureness still
Currency
This second
Gone now
gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Grab another
Hold dear all you now hold
hold, hold, hold, hold, hold
You’ve now cause to pause
But not your breath
breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
Release the plaguing
Steal sight of this time’s shine
shine, shine, shine, shine, shine
Dysfunctional Cousins
Beautiful work
By we beautiful women
Perfect order
From a perfect mess
Hoping to make sense
Of what makes no sense
Yesterday gifted us
Today we gift you
Three Years Back
I wonder if we could be old friends
Going forward
Coming back
From the brink of what was then new
Familiar though
As déjà vu
Are we what was, just now predicted?