The Arrow

March 20, 2014 § Leave a comment

The arrow
darted through the night sky
snatching whispers
out of story books.
Only to fall upon
barren lands
once poisoned by the sea.
The moon
had personally requested
a shadowless space
for mirroring thought,
but the currents of time
brought with it
dust,
yellowing sand,
reddening mud.
And the sallow wind that failed the arrow
blew
into the minds of many,
into the nostril of a dragon
as it raised its belly off the aching earth
and pounced
onto the face of a new day.

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October 8, 2013 § Leave a comment

In an inspired moment
the sun whispered to the winter wind —
Let me hold you.

September 28, 2013 § 8 Comments

The book
was full of song
and sorrow
belonging to words
belonging to you

and today.

I could speak more
of today
and the moments of promise
that peer at me
before scurrying by
in song
and sorrow,
but they slip
and shy away,
afraid to compete with
the song and sorrow
of the words
yousqueezedonthecornerofapage –
July 2013

April 25, 2013 § Leave a comment

Paper, paper, scissors –
rocks greet my mornings
as the cold-blooded scramble
to hide another day.

Lemons,
fruit in plenty;
another summer,
another thirst.

April 23, 2013 § Leave a comment

poverty

Bombay Blue-Rocks

September 12, 2012 § 4 Comments

An experiment in flight –

a scurry of seeds,
and birds and men.

Light hurries;
the sea pulls away
as another landed frenzy resumes.

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