Dictionary me
Plentiful of words
Heartfelt pronunciations
I’ll speak monosyllabic, if you’ll listen:
“I-loved-you”
You there on the hill
Webster’s Hill
Hardcover edition
I spoke King’s English
Plain English
All languages I knew
Prayed black-letter truths
Whisper-wished my marrow into you
What fateful stormy day
Opened you up
Revealed your empty pages
What phonetic wind
Took your hand from mountaintop
Carried you from me?
Ugly
End it
For, you are forever
Beginning now
Beautiful
Anger
Why now
When you’ve walked with skill
With no
Fear
Jealousy
Cast it
Far out to wretched sea
Receive, then
Gratitude
You brooded at brunch
You broke my heart in Boulder
You big, bad bastard
his harem and the hell of it
writing our hearts out
we
playing nice, polite, naïve
negligent, thus failing
sorrow shrouds our intrinsic prettiness
our intellect
O, Ego
His-n-Hers
God gave me this house
yellow, yes — at first glance
diffuse your gaze, step back and see
sentience walks these halls
juicy details of pain, love
striving, ceasing
success and victory
go or stay, either way
none of it’s yours to peruse
What do you do with the gifts I give you
The blue flags and the cardinal view? 
Do you heal, whilst you love
Do you leave legacy?
Do you fly
Do you let Me guide you?
What do you do with the Fall Equinox
The waned moon and the amber days too?
Do you stir, undeterred
Do you walk with purpose?
Do you rise
Do you see My True Hue?
I have a loved one who introduced me to Jesus when I was 19. Where would I be without that fact, I shudder to think. If you know and love and have faith in the God of the Bible, the Creator of the Universe, I’m asking…please pray for the person God put in my path all those years ago.
I often do a prayer-filled writing meditation where I sit down and without a goal, simply watch and listen to what God literally sets in front of me. Today it was all of these things:
•lavender from my garden
•my son’s school notebook and science book
•the blue prayer flags in my window
•a cardinal landing in the tree inches in front of my face
•golden tall grasses around the edge of my yard
And then, God asked me to ask all of us this: What do you *do*with it all?
Prison guard, freedom writer
Daring me, “Escape.”
Air mask at altitude
E•ter•nal•ly late
You talked of Boardwalk wood
Dirty scoundrel’s lies
I walked a catwalk strut
Good•bye•ing your eyes
Don’t slam shut the door
Do not creak it closed slowly
Midnight is not yet
Never could fathom the ’70’s
What 60’s Kids admired
Left this old soul bewildered
These eyes always seemed to need the sun
Mediocre music, odd politics
Old Paint horsepower commanded by screaming chickens
Oh, the Pacers that couldn’t keep up
But for that tripartite campout for peace
Those white-washed years are yours
Such conspiracy — felt like Nebraska
Bring me King Elvis
King of Cool — or Dean, if you please
War heroes at the helm
Courage in the courts
Damn right, Topeka — you’re wrong
Steel with Crowns
Jets
Chieftains
Bench seats so we can stay close on cold nights
California Dreaming, it seems…my zodiac sign
An anomaly
This shark spirit ‘neath sheep smile
Exposing your bones
Chinks to our tin crowns
Unintended battlefields
Victorious, though
