WALK AWAY

WALK AWAY an audible moan of muted thunder crosses over the surface of this unknown road stirring the air and dust from fence posts and porches barbwire sky flashes send jagged pitch forks into the caldron of disturbed weather a warning to take the other side of this unknown road and walk away

WATER PRINT

mercurial  breezes stirred the ponds surface creating a water print with soft twisting sounds of irregular disruption forming ripples without direction soon breaking apart returning the surface to smooth glass, reflecting late afternoon clouds

A GENTLE END

Leaves arrange for night, the aroma of dark green stays close to the branches   crickets capture a cruel cadence   velvet breezes close the roses and day lilies   reed tops lightly rustle a sandpaper hymn   fireflies light a path to the nearest screen door flashing creative energy   everything is painted with … More A GENTLE END

A GOOD START

The soul of singing is a glorious sunshine like a sea of golden wheat tops ready for harvest as morning unfurls a heavenly glow   emerald softened leaves twist at the request of passing breezes   ground shadows from the hands of clouds cool the skin while a piece of sunshine crosses over a back … More A GOOD START

ONE PAST YESTERDAY

I pulled down a dream. Opened like a present. I feel a full sun warming me; breezes reinforce the moment. Beach grass bends to rhythm. Bicycles, open shirts, uncombed hair.  Faces without voices.  Water reflections. Warm freshly tarred roads. The fragrance of low tide. Corners without boundaries. Each day writes its own menu. Radios speak … More ONE PAST YESTERDAY

THIS PLACE

There’s an island I feel in my dreams. A safe current with abundant sun, providing energy without resistance. An open front door offers promise. A bouquet of flowers sits on a hallway table; circling white fans refresh incoming ocean breezes. White sands encourage me and waves orchestrate a welcome. I walk into the water as … More THIS PLACE

HIDDEN UNDERGROUND

The field is a luxurious place to sit and enjoy the growth of nature; the items missing and those left behind. It’s a flat cathedral.  Every spot the hidden pinnacle of a steeple, pointing to heaven.   The song is within the breezes, warm and cool.  The heads of weeds and wild flowers Hum their … More HIDDEN UNDERGROUND

FINISHING OUT

Sounds skipped over the gathering like flat stones over water.  There was no right direction of movement.  Fingers pointed.  Eyes glanced.  Footsteps clapped along equally out of sequence.  The people resembled tall willowy weeds reacting to a brush of random breezes, swaying unevenly as they crossed the street to the other side; searching for closure … More FINISHING OUT

SOUTH SOUTHEAST

Fingers tell the guitar man’s story. Puddles are the snowflakes of cold tears. Lost winds brush against willow trees with breezes spinning from the equator. Cold walks. Hard rain. Diners without vacant seats. Neon lights. Trucks pushing a hard dark night. Flannel shirts and too many stop signs. Everybody wants to be found.   Open … More SOUTH SOUTHEAST