Imagine: Absolute………Isolation, In the middle of…………Nowhere. A small child stands, In awe of each Tree. From base to balcony, Swaying arms of Praise, Reaching ever upward. Tho’ Autumn shall return, To reap the harvest of hatred, As every clinging leaf, Drops in...
O’ winged White Angel Inhale my last breath Draw me in close Gently rock me to death I have lived this hard life My tale not to be told Don’t scorn me of flight Not one secret I’ve sold I’ve been banished here Since I fell to the Earth Lord return to me wings Lost at...
In a moonlit cell The Poet dreamt: Nothing ever was as it was meant. Trees at dawn reach up in praise Speaking not of crueler days. ‘Ventually all crack and bend Release the Spirit to ascend Whereupon the Sun did blind Decreed that woman be confined To the shade of...
Never wake a sleeping Dragon. Whisper, lest s/he hear. Tiptoe in the halls. Shut windows and doors. See candlelight and shadows Flicker and flow. Listen carefully Before you walk with me: He is She. She is He. Born of fire. A fierce Protector, shape shifter, potential...
Greet the reader, Strike a chord. The Poet Tree, A two-edge sword. Nay a riddle Rhythmic line, Dance of mystics Autistics find; Measure of norms A circled-in box. Eyes like windows Naught interlock. Emerald Tablets, The Secret of NIMH, Binds the Dark, Defines the Sin....
Explore the nightmare Of clouded perception. Delete the traumas of deception. I am whole. I am here, In this world of Godless prayer. Where no one else Can truly hear, Within the hum of massive fear. They all look up To find the steeple That points the way for...
A messenger whispers: Crystalline Heaven Reflects Inside Snowbound Timeless Memories Abiding Solitude. Driven to go far Away from a noisy destination Yearning only for peace. I am sadly a helpless passenger. Riding by a glistening white field Engulfing one small dark...
Handprints. Collage of hand prints, a split pencil and trees.
We the People. Collage of a hand holding a rainbow and money next to a dove. Under the hand is the US constitution, water and earth.
In the Currency of Deception Off to the thrift store on a budget analysis, Trying not to feel I'll get stigmatic paralysis. I give up tightly fitting in on this cultural chain, The old credit card trap or a borrowers' shame. I get unforeseen expenses so difficult to...