I forgive the process
You inhale
From whence You must
You draw
From whichever well presents
You dare
From thirst’s front door clamor
You must
You see
Original thought credit:
Elizabeth Barrett Browning;
‘Aurora Leigh’
Tag Archives: Poetry
Barometer
All I ask
Keep me warm
Famous shining Sun
Cooled and upright
Mr. Wind
When my mind’s on you
Should the rain
Turn to snow
I will come prepared
Eve
These are not holiday colors
Under this skin
Shocking, rising
Dissipating to fade
There are no saints to celebrate
No martyrs or departed
Save hope
To mourn
On A Limb
You taught me
Shackles
They’re not imagined
As I’d hoped
Houdini
Cannot help me now
None magic to be had
Trust, intuition
So much platitude
And for others only
Words
More cheap than ever
Counterfeit Currency
I learned
White Lace and China
All the time you wished to fly
I held out hope
As birdseed at a tiny flowered threshold
To tell you, not tempt you
Take me with you
Stay home
Loved Lies
Love cannot look
As strewn doubt
And decimated rock
As supplanted fear
Amongst trust’s ghost
As words, bright and dark
And words alone
Love cannot be
So long: A Haiku
So long being served
A meal I never asked for
From some strange kitchen
Street Artists
Some yet unseen truth
Some conclusion
To be drawn
Pulled through your lips as poison
What medium
What color-filled aura
Where abandoned wall
And penalty to this vandal
is never
Even before this grand lifetime
I have loved you
Everything else in the meantime
I triumph through
Sitting Up Straight: A Haiku
Have I told you yet
It bleeds effervescent orange
The scent of sunburst
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