Category: Experience


I see

towering, vine
entangled, age
faded, cracks
abounding, iron
straps binding.
Brilliant
silver shafts
beam, cracks,
splinters, edges-
bursting words-
full- of life,
possibility,
endless, free-
healing, the
sick, raising,
the dead,
deserts blooming,
spectrums splashing,
hope arising.
Glowing hands,
light woven,
pulling through…
These hands,
this door:
my mind.

Ghosts

Skies, full-
expecting snow,
blown by
winds,
elsewhere. Mountains
near, taunting
tops, powder
covered days,
past, still
snowmen,
twirling,
swirling
flakes, winter’s
laughter, care-
less joy.
Snow balls
in flight-
Christmas
memories.

Bad Company

Words are
falling,
tumbling, to
the ground
enjambments
spilling down
railways
without
a sound-
poets, are
whimpering,
writers,
simpering,
readers
wrestling
words
roughly,
regretting
this word
squall
realizing-
this poet,
has
abused
them
all.

It’s
the thoughts,
they keep streaming
like when I’m dreaming,
patterns of things to come,
glowing, jubilant
chorus of trees, singing-
mountains wailing,
thunder, in
the bed. Flying
this kite, attracting
rainbows and light-
troubles ahead,
reel them
in, these
fish, I’ve
caught, collect
them all,
with
just,
a
jot-
Then,
letting them
go,
poooof,
they melt,
just
like
snow.