there, standing beside a forest, its green declaring war with one color, victorious, capturing the eyes with intimidating power a meadow, jealous of rough barked guardians without voice reaching to, almost touching infinity
seasoned arrows birthday candles flames highlight the years and passing shadows candles, joyous for children sensitive to middle age sentinel lights for the elderly a breath reduces the flames to smoldering wicks, a festive aroma encouraging smiles and other thoughts
shapeless descending rain onto the skin running the vines of the outstretched hands as welcoming drops drift into random paths directed by gravity and unevenness finally released to the ground, the willing undertaker of the falling from heaven
its where the pavement ends and road signs are shot to death scattered sickly scrub brush with harpoon needles waits for victims sweeping lizard tail art marks ancient sand, evidence of survival everything breathing or searching for water is the appetite of the desert, a soulless vacuum encouraging the line to be … More COLD VENGEANCE
I sense a stranger a cloud without a name half light the other gray no voice to introduce the spirit without a smile, coat, or hat as it enters my thoughts like a midnight diner person, sure footed, a table in sight, back to the corner watching for misplaced stragglers, loners and those wanting … More MINDFUL VISITOR
Is it the end? such a distance form what was the beginning security stood close moving safely one way avoiding corners unknown shadows selecting carefully common welcomes now a glove is missing from the hand I knew remembering the avenues we walked under curved boughs in all seasons speaking softly … More THAT’S IT
what is gentle to us when the curse of mourning lays desperate on our eyes collapsing granite souls as flowers bend and skies appear to fall onto shoulders as night holds sad the hostage, a weakened heart on its knees with questions rising from passive lips
that’s the cloud holding my dreams, I know the shape I recognize it often possessing my words within its corners and folds, desperate emotions, wounds, joyful expressions, the in between, and prayers for voices no longer with us, gone to rest as I stand under the cloud I trusted, a witness reminding me to keep … More REMINDING ME
on a dirt road of my father, and his father, with winds in my pocket and shiftless turns the unknown before and after walking under elephant boughs past ancient bark and lilacs between angles of sun and shade stepping over boundaries past stonewalls in disrepair black birds break silence sheltering in treetops, watching, … More BLACKBIRDS
clouds turn like pages stories release from the swelling haze the sun strongly appears shining on road signs of the heart a late burning dusky sky suggests tomorrows forecast as day rolls over into night and dawn releases an overflow of rain from heaven; the soil drinks the sky dry
Roger Singer 