Yesterday’s pain looks up from underwater gasping for air from the previous day black cats walk soft before the wall where the courageous the weak and those without voice stand somewhere there’s a recovery net to catch the hopeless before striking the ground a wide generous surface providing the first step forward … More A GOOD PLAN
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.
The trees see everything observing the hunter and the prey the fox pauses, his nose sensing the air then presses on as a rabbit holds court in silence the ground is moist, below the surface winter retains its hold twigs lay scattered from icy winds and leaves carpet the moss providing protection … More ALL SEEING
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
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
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
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
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
It’s a long whistle putting the hand on men and women as the earth tilts pulling them past open wooden doors into the maze of machinery where generations stood and counted hours and years until the next bodies of youth replaced names on lockers and punch clock numbers as the work produced exceeded the quality … More MACHINE SHOP
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
Roger Singer 