Square
Straight-on
Smack-dab in the middle
Smiling
First though
The trace of lines
Then of curves
Then lines again
The look down finally
Pleased
Hoping you were too
Star struck
Tag Archives: Poetry
His Frame
Sowing seeds
Since the start of time
With perfect will
Your reason and rhyme
Omnipower
Cloaked in love
Everywhere
And high above
Your frame we’ll find
If when we look
At Adam’s side
And your Good Book
Tangled in you
Our history
Serving truth
Oh please find me
Wax
That song where he whispers to start
This time there’s more than guitar for me to findIn the middle he pleads from his heart
As I memorize each slow-dance stepFinally he lets the drum lead to fade
To my whisper a screamed we’re alone
Adoration: A Haiku
When they’re done with you
When they’ve peeled themselves away
Find my hand again
Attendance
There Is much to care about
She decided softly, coming out of the sleep, hoping it’d be sun-filled today
No One can tell you you can’t
Too old to pretend there isn’t a timekeeper ticking, tsk-ing, somewhere
At all the actual missed, like yesterday’s newest flowers or the tea together
And the perpetual wish to cook something with saffron
The absence, the questions, the thoughts, the things she needs help with
Those photos for example
His Rib
How many notice
How fewer know
Who comprehends
I
Matter
What you know is there, there is
You sixth-sense the far rumble from many-a-mileWith barometer’s grace, you notice the change
In the air, in your knees, in the bees
An ambery atmosphere resonates nowAs it all becomes new, what you thought you knew
Turns a corner and trouble you findWant turns to need and then back again
The dance in the walk of your days spins, then stumbles
Love lives deep and cannot tell whyThe quiet speech inks the world and your skin
This means everything -beyond that, nothing
Can Dream
I want at eighty
Aged fingers aching, you ask from your dustless desk
That I sit on your lap
“Come here my dear,” your mind tells mine, and I run from the garden to you
My muddy hands press each vowel as soft as you silently wish
Consonants requiring more, you place your hands upon mine
The numbers, my math, needs your correction “17-something…” I say
My age, you know, my dear
Nicki
To
Soar Certain
In
The middle
Of
A Sure Jump
And
A Clean Landing
Is
An art
I
Will perfect
Now
Will we always want more
This may be all we’re given
Allowed just this moment
With just this breath aligned
Are we alright with that
