Monday, April 24, 2017

GRIEF POEM

My mother
is gone

like beautiful swan
she loved me

in her way
but the winds

sway in my belief
for her life.



Saturday, April 22, 2017

YARN

Erasmus told a yarn
behind his barn

about his colt
in the mud

that the stud
was hurt

in the dirt
was taken to the hospice

during Christmas
but was rescued by Jesus.




Thursday, April 20, 2017

WE SINK

We sink
into Sixties movies

from Italy
because we want to think

of something beyond
beach red

into phantasms sanguinity
of life's reality instead.







ESCORTING

Escorting the violets
to plant in the ground

no one but a bird
on an Elm branch

is heard with regrets
to make a sound

as a poet on the sunny wind
will reveal his secret word.


FROZEN IN TIME

Frozen in time
of resolution

percolating as green tea
you asked for a solution

in a steaming hour
of questioning

the power
of poetry's chimes.






UNDER A WINDOW

Under a window
of faltering spiders

wondering why you
yourself feel as an outsider

in a polarization
of shadows

of astonished wishes
of meditation.
WANTING

Wanting a safe space
in a field of butterflies

you asked for love
waking up to be wise

masked by secrets
of transparent regrets

hidden by a shield
of purple violets.