All that is admirable or despised
Is either and
Art or delirium
Tag Archives: Poetry
Like To Sing
I’ll ever have hope
I see what that makes me
Looking through these eyes I’m giv’n
It means I can’t reject magic or
Dismiss mystery in
People surrounding me
It makes me forever
A prisoner tucked quietly in
Grey rooms watching the wind
I am eyes poised ahead
Seeing all that makes me
I’ll ever have hope
In Prayer, Eavesdropping
Speak with energy
See smiles you were made to see
Is what He tells me
And if you will sigh
Enthusiastically
At peace you shall be
balance
Your distance from us
Is perfect for us
Lest I be just fodder for you
And should mine eyes close
I’ll keep you this close
In my peripheral view
This Haiku: October 5, 2015
Please have a deep gaze.
Eyes that speak of the ages.
That flash. That inhale.
Late Or
I keep spilling tea
I don’t mind that I do
It is so Amber
Amber and peaceful running down my arm
Maybe it’s just late
Or that I could be clumsy
Clumsy and so cold
And I want the warmth
But I keep spilling tea
Electric What: A Haiku
Let’s lasso the light
So Sunrise shall meet Sunset
All while stargazing
Untitled
I would likely just watch you a lot
Approach you from time to time, I may
To touch and make certain you’re real
With words and sentiment fully spent
What more need be said
That leaves, fire, and ink have not already uttered
perfect pretty
I’m realizing that
This is a patchwork
That is at times prickly
This notion of perfect
That demands precision
This is a perversion
That has been our peril
I’m realizing this
Still, Soft Search
Four corners I’ve found
Flat, hard, sharp, square
I dig in, grasping, despite the glare
Emptying
It would appear
It is for naught
And not my style
I let go, hoping, because the song
Singing
The world must be softer than this
