I’ve sipped soft at Tea
It’s the polite thing to do
Being a Lady
As I smooth away
To refine peace to a “T”
It’s there I’ll drink deep
Santiago Calatrava annex front walkway, Milwaukee Art Museum
Intimations
I need the
diabolical.
Villainous use.
Houdini trickery.
Mad mastery.
I love the
superman.
Peacemaker motivation.
Olympian endurance.
Don Juan effect.
Black and White
Eyes emptied of sight.
Noses numb to life’s sweet scents.
Faculties failed, oh.
If this might be so,
I’ve a brush soaked verily
if you have desire.
Did You Know….
The precise flush of your skin
at any given moment
has a world of significance
and maybe a direct relationship
with the brilliance of light in your eyes
but zero connection
to your always-illuminated soul?
Break Your Silence
Your fabulous voice
From your lungs, heart, throat, lips, eyes
Will you speak to me?
Open Book
Your tales tickle
As I peruse your pages
And mark-up your margins
Awesome author
My fingertips find
Lovely lines
Compelling commentary
Such sport
Cannot set it down
The Rocks We Collect
They often fill our path
Over some, we stumble
then hurl to the wind.
But most are just rough and pretty, smooth or slippery.
His strength will not fail us
should we choose to lift them all up
and turn them to art.
Want To
What monkey business
do you envision would serve
to fill all the voids?
Soul’s Garden
1100 petals from one window alone.
Move to the next, and count the rest, please universe, condone.
I’m pretty sure the sun’s bright flames will show me all they’ve got.
I’ll know the Name and win the game of loves & loves-me-not.
Eternal Flame
I won’t go. Wont go.
Never ever will I go.
Without that knowledge.
