I spent those years serving you
Staying small
Despite that I’m an Amazon inside
A queen, afterall
You fought to write the pages of me
Poison pen
Tonight, I prayed today
The book ends
Tag Archives: Book
Chapter One
I feel frail
Fragile
Unfit for coffee’s courage
Its mystic effect on my morning
On my fear
I feel undone
Unrecognizable
As if in some other’s skin
Were it not for my willfulness
I would fear
Out of IrelandÂ
The long ago
Special effects in stereo sound
Uncertain shadows
Epic, brilliant light
Clinging to a courage chair
Sinew-bending chase scenes
Not-so-tender talk
Having lived the book
There was to come the film
comes good
why this day remember back
why see it sealed in history’s white book
when fire and oil must’ve met?
the first time the light streak heard its thunderous voice
no -the unexpected, accidental, fated brush which brought blush
then quiet laughter and hard tears at the relief of it all
“…like looking through treasure.”
The book of you
Is long since written
Dreamily illustrated
Published
Perched on the shelves
And of the lists?
Waiting
To be found
By posterity
The brightest eyes
Will smile and say
You are
Like looking through treasure
Dusty
Curiosity is for others I knew
Curious I opened you
Crossed-out were all the meanings
Rewritten in red were the right ones you wrote
Green arrows referencing citatations to other languages
Not spoken before
Pronouncing words to the best of my abilities
Curious I laid you down
Lean: A Haiku
Whether I’ll survive
This is moment-to-moment
The Book and the Rock
Even At Lunch
Is there any way
You would read to me
Every day
Sit me down any where
Speaking with passion understood
Every where
Your words pausing any place
Literary style demands
Every time
You may choose any book
My ears adore
Every genre
Leather-Bound Book
He walks as the beginning of a book
And an epic message that greets -permeating the future
Invisible ink for now
She takes hold of the leather-bound book
And all but the cover is blank -a fine hello, but what next
Picking up pen, exhaling a smile
Belongers: A Haiku
The Book in my hands
The warm, tactile sensations
The Light creeping in
