Paper-white petals tucked in a bouquet Winter’s bloom of cinnamon wishes and roses of red Paper-white petals tucked in a bouquet Tendrils of time joining circles widespread Lasting moments on this elderberry night Winter’s bloom of cinnamon wishes and roses of red Framed in love meant to bless this rite A celebration to mark the beginning and the end Lasting moments on this elderberry night … Continue reading Last Christmas
I whisper a prayer as you paint a song A confession beneath layers of paint A list of all that is deemed wrong Lyrics disguised as truth’s restraint A confession beneath layers of paint Unattached from behaviors you own Lyrics disguised as truth’s restraint Hidden in seeds of deception you’ve sown Unattached from behaviors you own Cries of the innocent are too strong No longer … Continue reading Justice
Sometimes below the tears that fall gently like the summer rain resolve falters and that brave front weighs too heavy Somehow among the rack and ruin you find the courage to fall into the unknown and release the desperation Grief is like that States of emergency muddled with stress and too many decisions disappear or at least rearrange and those hands that you’ve clenched and … Continue reading On Loss, Again
I escaped to the land of clementine skies A tapestry of chiseled red rock draped me in renewal Ancient lands dotted with saguaros carried my troubles away Up where mesas dominate each vista gentle breezes ushered in a fresh perspective and washed clean the stale air of yesterday I felt my breath rise and fall I spoke the language of clouds I kissed … Continue reading Arizona Afternoons
Enthralled by the prospect of new adventure she followed blindly, slipping into a world where smoke and ash painted forgotten corners with the blood of the innocent Whispers in the mist fueled the mystery as anxious breaths betrayed bravado Initiation demanded participation as she tried to strike a balance between temptation and courage Last minute misgivings guided her spirit A feeling no … Continue reading Intuition
Hidden in plain sight between storm clouds and healing waters, messages woven between fables and lies begin in truth To deny its mission, one never contrite the weak refuse to see, these bedraggled squatters who miss meaning hidden in plain sight Ah, but the poet — the consummate sleuth focuses on a quest that constant nirvana craves… those words that linger between storm clouds … Continue reading Sleuth
