Tag Archives: Song
Motherhood
And then, daylight
Appeared — what for, this song
This soft white light
The quiet, cool exhalation
I’d waited a lifetime
None books I’d read
No wisdom sent my way
Foretold through the ages
Oh, those kind sages!
The wholesale beauty of you
Hey, Satan: A Haiku
“I feel a small fire….”
She says, in sing-song slang.
God knows, she’s afire.
A Making
A going has to come, I know
An acquiescence to the shortened days
A refusing to refuse the night
I’ll clothe myself in skin-tone colors
I will stop hearing creation’s groan silenced
I’ll start feeling good, acting great, again
Original Thought Credit: Nina Simone, “Feeling Good”
It Kills Me
I cannot remember the words
The top-ten song that found us there, together again that night
A vintage crimson string, tethering us to our wild years
All we knew in common, refined in the storm of them
I sang to you in the sheets we shared
That now escaped melody, I swear to you, sugar, it kills me
If you heard me, say you remember the words
Linear Track
You should turn on your headlights and come drive ’round here
Get here fast, then cruise real slow
For this pavement may not be ready yet for such a soulful soul
Such intention and growl, bold and sweet, has long been absent from this street
May spinning wheels find linear track
Have a song playing loud in your heart, so the whole neighborhood knows
Your intentions
Whatever they may be
I’ve no wants or words of wisdom there, and you’ll do what you want, anyway
As you should, but I will say
You should turn on your headlights and come drive ’round here
2nd Story Window
What’s been in our window’s way, I don’t know
How many promising nights did we wait
Sun gracing each season’s skies through the years
That’s what they claimed all those arduous days
But our eyes didn’t see
What our skin didn’t feel
Now comes the end, so the calendar sings
Belt it out here, with me
Not a song that tells you you’ve got to go home
Instead check the window sign
You’re not alone
Enter Into
Wanting to look
More deep into her eyes
Wanting this thing
More than breathing
Wanting to calm
What stutter-stops his voice
Wanting to know
What does he want
Enter into conversation
She will be your song
Enter into understanding
He will prove myth wrong
Song I wanna send
Mirrors and many things