SOFTLY WE GO

The words spoken were like threads thinning at the elbow, deep thoughts from a cold heart with warm hands   a story of the distant from here about adding to the next step after the last one taken   speaking darkly about alleys cutting between buildings of memories and voices at the clothesline or the … More SOFTLY WE GO

SOFT LANDING

A forceful rain releases words from the broken parts of life lifted up against the weight of gravity, into passing clouds   as the letters drift down they reform into the openness of sacrifices and shame   revealing an empty shell once complete but still beautiful.          

FINALLY

There’s clouds I spoke to, yelled at cried under   and stars I confessed the worst of me bouncing prayers off the space between   and under moons where useless silver threads failed to drown out the blood of my sins   as my eyes suffered sight to see a way through   to the … More FINALLY

SWING ON

The world past the front porch, watching the same clouds set in the magic of the sky   prayers lift up from swings and wicker chairs escaping through tired screens   cars passing know only of roads, the next corner the direction home or close to it   train whistles cross over buildings and empty … More SWING ON

ALWAYS

That’s my star   seasons change alignment but its always there   night clouds hide its face thunderstorms try to wash it away but its still there   clear nights smile me wide within horizons depth standing in the usual place, its always there   security in my eyes faith in my heart, I look … More ALWAYS

SOFT DAYS AND NIGHTS

Summer is the end of all rules   where cottages have open window neighbors   and late high flat clouds like rolled blankets signal days end but not the end of dreams   its where youth has no regrets and mistakes are minor and blessings abundant        

THE PRICE WE PAY

THE PRICE WE PAY     Anger and love broken shells parts scattered on life’s shoreline and deep waters hidden in clouds rolled out of storms under still waters suspended out of reach praying for balance understanding alone sometimes touching but not really touching the violence of gravity the weight of words unspoken destiny the … More THE PRICE WE PAY

THE HOPEFUL

Backyard hideaway supporting wings of travel flags turned flat and straight clouds above roll out mercy while angels move swiftly overhead as the earth continues to turn underneath those in need   where wishes find passage into the softness of the praying soul discovering gold under the diamonds of eyes full of promise.    

LOOKING INTO

There are mountains to behold some soft others of granite messages hidden within the folds of clouds   some open doors worth forgetting closed ones we forgot to open   a watershed of voices replaced by empty chairs by those passing to the other side   we celebrated their life favoring the moments while looking … More LOOKING INTO

WINTER FADES

A wedge or orange waits for morning fingers   a black cat at the screen door; a pinch of salt over the shoulder   same radio songs weather changes clouds always appear   last patch of snow in the shaded corner of the shed   a few buds up high on trees thrive where sunlight … More WINTER FADES