*
I always wish
for my windows
to face the sun
a revolving house
I plan activities
around the light
moving courting
a gentle routine
caressing my walls
as the flowers heads
up and silent pride
it is me contented
yours is a daily
kiss I crave for
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
*
may my smile
be forever loving
as I play in life
new roles and adjust
words as a tight dress
may wind clothe me
forever changing
just that loving smile
let that one survive
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
*
the mothering love
of letting go
silently keeping
a corner
warm the nest
ready to welcome
anytime me
the wounded bird
a small body
still crossing oceans
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 9:20 AM UTC
*
the littlest
month coming
but I wished it stuffed
with all colors of peace
gratitude and smiles of
understanding a cold drink
can be sweet in silence
savored limbs stretched
infinite beauty my
thoughts a pillow
come lay with me
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
*
some nights
I soothe restlessness
vacating the house
for a brisk walk
until steps get
few and slower
I may stargaze
or understand at once
those leaves shaking
in the dark torpor
I may turn to catch
the light patter of
my shadow born
under the moon
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
*
my favorite occupation
has been that of
listening to silence
to give shapes
to music singing
with my hands
on top of the colors
that lay already there
to tiptoe in-love
slowing down
my responses
to evade darkness
into the beauty held
inside as the harmony
viable all around
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
*
it’s the beauty we hold
and carelessly wear around
what we’ll be missing more
I’ve been that route
bumps holes and crevices
known to me if you’ll let me
stop the nonsense and hold
dear what we have
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
*
the sun rests
on my hair on a
winter afternoon
hours fleeting
rushing into the
calm evening
not daring to
go inside subtracting
myself from grace
I keep my head down
bowed as I write between
letters my emotions
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
*
some poems
long to be gardens
or more likely lakes
enclosed and safe
ideal for thinking
suitable for letting go
where even silence
is guarded precious
embracing yet
leaving time out
somehow a small
palpitation held
between hands
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 9:51 AM UTC
*
it is a revelation
not one cicada
sounds the same
a butterfly sitting
by me admiring
something I lose
myself on such lightness
I use to tell children
to stop and to listen to
the songs of
butterflies as
they nodded back
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 11:10 AM UTC