Alone again
An actual text about spaghetti?
Anarchy in Our analysis
Anti-logic amongst us
A sunny arena today
And hope, always
And a promise, actually
And not really alone, after all….
Tag Archives: Day
Court Time
Something so delicious, I’d coach you if you asked
When you lay it all down at the end of a Day
Aching in your body but not in your heart
Then the special way to sleep, a position most perfect
To taste what I’m talking, all I can offer you is practice
Consider Instead
I want at once to show you
All of what I know of the day
The real-deal of it, how harsh it can be
How often, if we don’t look close
It presents as something to be endured
Suffered through, something to be wished
Away
This morning seemed that way
Then in a instant, struck me as instead
Commissioned
So be it, I say
Notice now the grandeur of it
A delicacy to be treasured or consumed
Have it your way
Either way, notice the gold
The encrusted shell of jewels
A Fabergé gift it is, to be opened
An outrageous little surprise inside
A sly creature, crowned in your birthstone
Peering out a tiny window
White it rains diamonds
Inside
Against The Blue: A Haiku
Here, it is today
Take from it all you’re able
Give to it your best
Unnamed Rhythm
May we finish with a dance
A chuckle, and stars in our eyes
Awakened now
Eyes opened
Perhaps late by some standard
But prepared
Then start the new Day
A Day
Let the soft, feathery white
Float down
Over your eyes
Throw prayers to the wind
Blow kisses in the dark
Vow love
Call it
His
I remembered yesterday
I’d forgotten you
Today
Help me to know you
To ask you
Let me forget them
Let them forget me
Again
And for good
Mama Super
Where I find my trouble
At this time of the Day
Wanting my bones to matter
To someone’s outstretched hand
Then oft’ times if there’s time
Throughout the Dayiong dance
Comes the wish to walk it off
In most unorthodox shoes
When I pour the Day’s last tea
The mild then seems hard
But as the lights come off I speak
Unnecessarily aloud, I did that
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
Call It
Always then fall
Times you cannot will to stand
Quiet yourself, take a bow, take a knee
Until when tomorrow
Finds your chin straight
Your will intact
With the path lying crisply ahead
