If, as you smooth your hand across truth
You find
The soft
Too tough
The silk covered, angular curves to places you touch upon
Too firm
And you disbelieve
Then stay
Tucked away
Safe behind the inky veil
The Measure
Against what’s proper
And polished
We keep our eyes down these days
Having faith in only that we no longer have the strength
To see what isn’t there
Each day brings its journey
Down stairwells
Through thoroughfares
Around corners too dark
Up or out into the blue
Thankful for life around and within
Aren’t we
Wishing though
For stronger legs and for footsteps
Whose echo steadies hands
Rainbow Curve
‘Tis half the battle
To have the notion
To tell your name
And to explain
How your feet found hers
Make your gaze meet
Inquire of her time
Guess aloud her name
She wishes your shoulder
She’ll give you her world
A Poem Found Me
What?
I wait motionless in silence, hearing nothing but the brush of my hair against the pillow fabric and the casual whirr of traffic beyond the window glass.
I expect the Earth to shake.
Or that waters will well up.
Shall fire sweep in with the wind?
Even still, I prize the void.
(Art credit: “Sacred Rectangle” rock formation; Tiger R., age 7)
Favor Cotton
I wonder what you look like when you stand there
Just stand there
Unadjusting
Allowing the elements
Living with cotton draped where it wills
arrived
If our souls don’t ask for our skin to touch
Then we won’t get
Get
Where we need to be
Brother
If our arms aren’t soft while our will stays strong
Then we won’t claim
Claim
Our identity
Sister
Great Lake Effect: A Haiku
come hither Sir Frost
this bare shoulder is ready
speak in tough squall tongue
disabide
There is no color
There are no words
Nothing to be sketched or photographed or even imagined
There is no color for this
Mistaken Wolf
A desolate of some sort
Wilderness to me
And my coat never warm enough
So many trees
Too tall to show their green to me
Too numerous to let me gain a path or compass mark
The roots of them I cannot get from under my feet
The dead moss but slippery still sees my every step at risk
I am tall and I’d fall hard
Who would know it in the dim
The dim
The dim harasses my eyes
Hamstrings my mind
So I refuse to see
Still I know
The wolf watches
Ambery eyes and charcoal black back there and sure-footed
The dim and the fog bother him none, confuse him not
Funny I fear though he will not bite me
Poison I am to him
Still he knows
I think I am alone
To Winter: A Haiku
You say it’s a sigh
I see it as surrender
Go not back to sleep
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