Roguing

Ripped from her victory garden
With promises of Roses & Violets
Sugar & Sweet compliments

Tiny poems as pollen

Soon left alone, till in hand
Thistle seed as some parting gift
So goes love to life

Roguing now, she

Mothering nature
In the early Spring sun
Blamed, but cultivating, still

Step Lively

If you’re trekking alone in the dark
The train station within sight
Hope of home in your heart
Schedule unknown but hoping you won’t be late

Those obstacles in the meantime?

The throngs of strangers
The loved One who neither noticed you’re gone, nor cares whether you’ll ever return
A nearly dead battery and bank balance
Yesterday tethered around your ankles

Take comfort, you are seen

Someday, in 20/20 hindsight, find
A candle shone in some window
That beautiful soul, burned for you

The train leaves sharp at 11:11pm
You are loved far greater than you think
Now run, freely

And step lively



Just

Remind me to love, Lord
One ear up to all the world

One myopic eye
Just one
To all that ails me

Give me You
A curiosity-cocked mind
To learn just what is their need

Light to shine, that all feel seen
Many comforts and time to share

Rod & Reel

Move amongst who’s quick to quip
“I love you,” and the like
Together, if even apart

Find yourself offering up applause
Whether they crush it
Whether they barely manage a tick

An, “atta boy”
An, “atta girl”
In this life and beyond

Pardon Me

Shadow work to do now

Let’s face it — I didn’t care
I did, and then…I didn’t

I do — or it’s possible, I don’t

Tell me what you think, and don’t hold back

We can’t stay here forever
For fuck’s sake, why would we want to?

Who isn’t ready, at this point, for some great and epic adventure!

Who?

Tell me

This is my prayer, my petition
My pardon

605 Nights

Too many nights
Tonight finally was
Begging God

Which He warns us against

But He loves you, so
Just this one last time….

Bring him back
I love him unending
Bid him tell me why
I was not worth a goodbye

The mirror becomes exhausted seeing your broken heartedness

605 nights

You finally break your own heart enough to tell yourself
I love you, Lisa

Say that instead
Such words do not feel so difficult or surprising afterall

And you believe it

We Slay

May I melt into you at sunset, when our day is done, and the deep — delicious, as a buffet — lies before us?

Will you walk with me into that starred-space, wish upon the seconds with me, and show me what courage in the dark can accomplish?

Battle with me — and sometimes, for me — fellow-dreamer, in those in-between hours, then soothe my mind when I wake to the day

So again I may slay