one a great force the other invisible both unrestrained resistant to change regardless of seasons constant as gravity seconds move the hands clouds possess miracles comfort eases the pain of the weakness we fail to overcome to change either one lest the gift of each be wasted
breathe, breathe, inhale the aroma the bitter barbed the gentle without wings breathe, breathe, the silence required the answers searched in empty pockets breathe, breathe, the anger consumed the choice not taken the basket half full breathe, breathe the choices once made the crossroads disturbed resting in dreams breathe, breathe out … More BREATHE
the café suspended strings of white lights, like stars pointing the way shadowed tables, people talking, whispering, listening, leaning inward for the words waiters in aprons angling between tables welcome aromas red cloth napkins, anxious expecting eyes waiting is the gift finally received
he whispered… softly, “one more day,” of sun summer to walk laugh forgive hold pray feel the rain the dirt winter encourage cry sing be kind send a card like myself pet my cat touch the ocean salt air a photo of my parents he whispered softly “one more…. … More SOFTLY
we fear the stranger fallen from grace shaken, unsure hair snarled like side yard vines a reminder of someone chasing you in dreams the eyes, hoping for a sympathy gaze for coins a cold meal, from a warm heart he knows he is out of place, searching for someplace else
the jazz the hip the swagger the sound high life sweat and gin piano sweet horns of life dogs barking neon’s sizzle suspenders and silk pony tails beards and sash fingers snap lipstick and lace cymbals and sticks midnight and the passage to the other side
gypsy notes a vagabond song refreshing, like spring rain, the fragrance rising from warm roads a moment alive sounds from angels a familiar language fluid and flowing a joyful expression breaking within the air circling like mighty winds striking solidly a message completed
on the crowded sidewalk he felt his hands were lost day was slipping silently into a breezy evening the aroma of salt air filled the pocket of his senses city lights robbed the glory of stars making faint a crescent moon he mumbled a prayer like church candles soul dripping … More SALT AIR
it begins to rain heavy without warning, an ocean of water descends from the sky stepping around broken glass in the gutter, reminds me of fallen stars and broken wishes I am soaked through, exposed, feeling shirtless as the cold clings to me water gathers then runs off abiding to gravity … More BROKEN WISHES
trellised words, vined thoughts, labyrinths watering misshapen clay under the eyes of what was hidden invisible, releasing messages from years, unstoppable, like the warmth of a calendar welcoming summer during the search for me
Roger Singer 