All the running
And I don’t know where I was going with this
But
It seemed important enough
Grace then woke me ’round mid-nite
From the dream
That was someone else’s
And giving me small rest
Tag Archives: Poetry
To be
You on the savanna not in khaki
Bygone-era flashgun held high at high-noon
Since you know there’s more than meets the eye
A yellow hat, but not exactly
Irritatingly inhuman level of patience for them
Misplaced monkeys beside you
Under the black cloth with you now
Looking for the simple
phantasm: a haiku
the Ocean not there
take your salt and take your depth
leave me parched and dry
Better
After all the level orange
Noise
You knew I love the morning bird
Song
Somehow you had me wake up
Sudden Stops
Not through dark glasses
Will I look toward
The brilliance of you
That fiery-blue that explodes from that you
From where when I let you come home, I opened the door
To distraction, destruction, the building back up
The giving of pause, the noticing all
I let you let me see
Without Caution
Sunward: A Haiku
Grow my little love
Beyond and bigger than me
Your strength mine delight
The Clear
Those pockets full with what trouble?
Bulging
Dragging on the classic, red Super Sport of you
Discovering nothing great by the time all is said
And done and the credits roll
Empty that
Leaving a trail of the bits as you walk through
To the clear
Blue Oil: A Haiku
That picture, taken
Hangs in someone’s heart elsewhere
But I keep searching
Common
Dark distance
Don’t go there
Or be led
By despairLet common
That you share
Make the way
For sweet air
received
In the morning
Later than now if not already
Well after you’ve stirred about
The smallest voice if not the thunder
Will call to you
Will you hear I’ve asked before
When it won’t go away notice
It’s resonance in your moving feet
That have come awake
In the morning
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