Shadows crest softly onto treetops where slivers of dusty light drift to the forest floor the moons proud side full of fluorescence melts to the surface forming sharp angled irregular pools of light exposing moments of resting life its reflection, a silent intruder is unequaled
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.
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
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
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.
VERDANT Morning. Overlooking formal gardens. The simplicity of human geometric design; a collection of divided order breathed to life. A labyrinth of lines, corners and serpiginous pathways. A solitary obelisk in the middle points heavenward, suggesting prayer. Previously, it was a meadow, until intrigue created design from ideas in dreams pulled down … More VERDANT
The pull of gravity provides a slow blink of reality and caution. Unfamiliar dreams of eyes with stars, kings of stone, and watch towers under gray slate skies create the beginning of desperate ambitions. Repentant knees drop with emotion, praying for pockets of hope and second chances.
Over hanging branches with fingers of moss drool onto a brown fat lazy river. Mud soft edges sit rich with ooze, tempting to touch, warm with patience. A yellow roaring sun growls hungrily pressing green stems to wilt in prayer. The voice of flow rumbles deep, muscled strong while passing through. … More WIDE BROWN RIVER
There is a song within him, a noise familiar, a wakeup into day, an appetite for good to happen. The floor challenges his feet. Gravity pulls at him, creating an in-between where he operates within common boundaries. Within the season of years, and unexplained, the joy of morning remains in yesterday, reviling and … More WATCHTOWER
Roger Singer 