Would you ever spend
A silent day
A quiet day, where we only look, not speak
Where all that we see
Could have its way
And any way, I prefer you to people, I think
Tag Archives: Poetry
Dustless Dirt Road
Somewhere a polished garnet -an anchor- has dropped
And it is dark and I cannot find it to lift it to continue on
If Any have known of these things then let Them too know this
It is as I have said: I love you for all of these lifetimes I’m given
Harken back to today and I wish
I wish you would stand, for I am leaving the table
I wish you would find me at my secret spot and whisper to me the secret joke on Earth that it is
I wish you would tell me I’m pretty to my eyes
I wish you would bring me all the flowers and I don’t care if they’re cut or holding tight to their roots and will muddy my hands
I wish after all this time you would not need a condition in order
In order to say my name
For all of This Life I’ve wished but I do no longer wish
For what you do not know or see or want or would want to know or see
Tomorrow, with daylight, my Rock and Tether I will find and hoist and I will trust
I will trust you to tell Them I love Them and the way They love you
Saturday, March 26, 2016: A Haiku
A screaming Eagle
Has made this life most perfect
It’s not what I saw
fly right: a haiku
Each time I’ve kissed you
You’ve asked me to take it back
And to disappear
green
To lie down somewhere warm
And, but for the new moon, green
Removed from all vice and sound and care
Letting our breath fight the demons
Pretending the other is not there
Unless it gets cold
slumbery
To rest my restless
To slide my arm under the small
And coming this close to it all
Hold on and exhale
Giraffe Pants
Logic
What logic, I argue with God
Who gave me good gifts
Bless-ed me!
I turn and I look
And it is not God
Who argues it’s necessity
Wand
I whitewash this moment
A pull toward neverland
Grasping at fairytale notions
I never took to in the first place
It seems they’ve chased me down
My five year-old me
Waved their collective magic
And deemed I will believe
Cistern
Concede
That you’ll not be he who is held
Resolve
To be holder of all that has life
Know
That He will keep you
Godspeed
Healing can’t come
Bit by bit, in scraps
As you think it ought
In this place at least
Healing won’t flow
Warm and unnoticed
And make the heart red again
In places it’d paled
Healing will rather
Be absent and stealth
Then with lightning speed
Jolt you back into place
