Call her unkind, the Collie
Barking at the neighbor lady painting her garage in her pajamas
But, may I translate?
“You there, Sis,” (it’s how the cool girls talk)
“Good morning, and for God’s sake, how long’s it been? How many seasons, since you thought to come out here and throw some color around? Those Days you were gone didn’t deserve you…paintbrush and passion put away.”
Given the dog’s sixth/sense, she knew what the lady’d replied, “un-aloud.”
“First of all, it has been cold, and my hands were shaking. And, countenance and confidence shattered, how could I breathe, much less beautify?”
“And secondly…?” The pooch -amused- persisted.
“Secondly,” the artist offered, “those Days that did not deserve me? Like rungs of a ladder, under my feet they are now. Nevertheless, here am I, despite the cold. Good day, Collie.”
Walking away, back to shade’s solace, the canine’s congratulatory caution, “What, with your whimsy and will, and wonder and wit, the cold may try steal you the morrow.”
Bulldozing, then building up
You deserve a storm
Justice-soaked and beautiful
One who bears my name
I need to move
I need to make space
as if I were a creator
or creative, of some sort
I need to mark
I need to mean something
as if they’d someday speak
Or marvel, of the firmament
Meet me here, this point on the globe, to see what we must see
There is a hill, there is a kiss, and an eye color I need to prove
On that certain uncertain sidewalk, you seemed as a giant then
In need of you, but I, with no mind to know or mouth to speak
Say our peace now, lest forces drive us our separate ways
Bring your hearted treasures -I’ll save them with you, this time
And so it is today, yet more, to hold a whole lifetime again
Will you be there for me?
You will be there for me.
Will you know what to say?
You will know what to say.
Will you Listen to me?
With your ear to my heart.
In the dark, what of that?
You will reflect my light.
When I hope, may we meet?
You are Hope embodied.
There’s so great a need
So many of us searching
For loving kindness
Aye to speak Like you
Midnite black to twilight blue
Sitar’s bended notes
Now you lovely one
Think aloud courageous thoughts
Don’t neglect to feel