When stalactites melt a slow dance to earth
do humans cry when the sky talks in verse?
In the heat of blisters, my hand dies to feed you
a hot toddy for a sad soul.
Make me.
Speak!
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
I am the earth, you the tree
oh, grow, grow
Some fire spouts from the heat of the tongue.
A silver candlestick on the table
strike a match
And the world is lit.
Come, drink it now with me
one smile, two kind words
Wrath easy vanished.
From where comes light in so dank a corner?
like prising one word from fissures tight
But wonders never cease.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
Corncob dolls forgotten on the porch of a double shotgun cottage
Little child broken from the rays of the sun
God shone too lively and loves too bright
Every swish of the fan and harsh rejoinder
An equal remembrance. Tattered heart.
They will sell your story to the highest bidder
Just to keep their phone bill from trickling. They
will sell out. Sell the light, even. When doctors and
kings are praised, there's a whole lotta short sale.
Bike spokes aren't the only rungs on the ladder: they
also pierce the eyes. You, though have had to hide
the purple bruises. You made the grade.
Your own.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
How strange to pour words into the ears of total strangers
We're consoled that their hearts beat the same beat.
We write of cares and broken hearts
We write of mythological creatures and likewise, love
Indeed, at the waterhole, commonality is revealed.
Dare we tell of who we are, who we really are?
Hard to face the facts shorn, but every witty in our ditty
Shows how ephemeral is life, and wink! soon over.
Butter the prose like sparkling cheerleaders
But alone, we cry and keep counsel with the shade
We write, we write and find it turns out not so bad.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 1:58 AM UTC