Oh, I want us
Sharing sacred hallowed land
Neither cursed
Led by God’s hand
Fire said to destroy us
Instead refines our legacy
Blessed amidst
Such sand and sea
To Be Light
Tag Archives: Poetry
Congratulations
When we find the dance floor
At our appointed time
Our souls and eyes at once meet
To herald new lang syne
Which memories might serve us
Which regrets must we loose
When we release the pressure
Which dance steps will we choose
Original Inspiration Credit: “Get Up Offa That Thing;” by James Brown
Fell
Sorrow, sharp
Under this circumstance
Can, with time, mend this soul
Knotted heart, released
Many an afternoon cry
Yearned to be wept
Dawn came quickly
Indigo skies turned to gold
Commonplace kindness, see?
Knave, be chagrined
Homecoming
An abyss Aegean blue
A dance fraught
A heartache shrouded
Where one sees the sea,
A tempest homeland
As such untenable salt
A fierce-fought choros
None eyes but one’s soul
None strings but ancestors
Where temptation to succumb,
A war on bare floor with bare feet
As blue sky beats back
Summon Oneself
I dreamed you drove secretly
To the end of my path
Seeing me not seeing you
You hide from police and Time
Watching my world
While sketching
Architectural plans
Recipes
Places for my poetry and me
And us upstairs
Summoning myself, now
I smell your leather driving gloves
Mixed with ink and exhaust
In my head
In your stead
Brick by brick
Your building on a corner lot
I’ve begun the mortar
My dream to yours
Although alone, I’d rather not
Seismic
We
Lava
Leaving
Layers
Of all that crushed us, contained us, kept us
Chambered
From flow
Screaming
Surface-bound
Deep and ancient days
Bygones
Forward Flower
It is because flowers
For Cosmos still bloom
Petunias offer proof
Violas bide victorious
And June Roses remain knockouts
That we can continue
Forward through the Fall
alien
what world the world do if I became magenta and
did crazy things
like spelled my name with the wrong vowel and talked frank with adults about how they should’ve known better
stood my ground, once I’d pledged allegiance to them more times than they deserved
wore a ponytail and an orange romper while taking people’s photograph when they didn’t act kind
busted them, even though nobody’d care
what would the world do if I surrounded myself, finally, with other logical people
Join You
Well — hello, fellow struggler
May I say: You wear your patchy-feathers proud
No mind to molting season
I’m frozen in a place of shame, and don’t often speak of my own lack out loud
A desperate whisper on a moon-filled night
This, all I tend to venture
But you! Here in the early morn,’ foraging and in flight!
Makes me think, with eyes anew, that I ought, too,
Fight the good fight
Sidekicks: A Haiku
All our words tell me
Is energy’s everything
Said the Sun and I
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