I lie looking out my windows my thoughts framed in four parts.I see the feeble efforts of a sun trying to dictate new rules tothe snow-baked ground,all the while the tress remains silent.They are sleepy, very very sleepy and are not willing to speak.Then I saw him,bright red, and winged, perched on a sleep-soaked bough.he stared at me and I stared right back,he troubled my thoughts and I resisted, clever red-winged bird unnamed to me I clicked my mind shut to…
I fell into the well of your heart your caramel lined heart there was a caramel ladder which I ate slowly, I will never get out. I shall perish in love with you. Have you reported me missing? close your eyes please dont let the light in you shouldnt see me dance nude. The well of your heart is where I live. LMH. 8/5/2020@ 8am.
Today I will tremble because I am in love with living. It is good to be alive. I will also bend in awe because I am grateful. I can bend. When I speak I will make sonnets in praise of nature and its manifestations and respect the sun and all the waters on the earth, They are not mine to trifle with. I won’t always smile, but know that I have joy within despite my pains. I am alive and…
Pain Is a place it’s not a feeling It’s a bridge between living and not really dying You have to be alive to understand pain. Pain is music, liquid music cascading down your head and shoulders Scalding hot; but it doesn’t kill you, Instead you peel on the inside and choke on your tears because the peel made you heave and covet the air you can’t breathe. Pain is a living thing with a long memory and an impressive…
COVIDENCE IS A PLACE IN TIME AND SPACE. Covid minds under Covid skiesFebrile bodies, watery eyes from squeezed-tight lungs, they plead,“help me”The oozing eyes bleed, lips dare not try to speak. this must be death the thought occurs, where is the light, let me come.Dead legs, dead arms, dead will and still the body hurts. Tom tom tom bang like a kettle drum the head repeats and repeats, “I am the head that beats” like the energizer bunny sans energy..conundrum.Yet,fevered…
So restless, I struggle from within to feel settled. I don’t know what next to do or how to do what. I realize that sleep is more effective and comforting. The dreams keep coming. White linen unfinished. I don’t even know if that is something to cherish or relish. Why would I prefer sleep if I am alive? The dreams keep coming. Peach and lace. When I am awake I am restless and bored. My mind rumbles and gurgles with…
FALLING. In single file they drift downwards The yellow ones are first The greens look on defiantly fluffed together in silent prayer, They pray in gratitude that they got to serve nature’s cause now fall approaches, The dutiful wind sends a gentle puff And the yellows and half yellows fall down in a flush Down atop each other for comfort sake A canopy beneath the tree they came from, The air is suddenly chilled And just like that The summer…