joined up letters
a family of oddities
the naming of children
by the parents of poetry

Hello, I am Blue,

and I’m in love with you.

I wrote this song, brand new,

only for you.

I love every shade of blue—

it reminds me of the vast sky

and the deep ocean,

just like my love for you.

Last night I dreamt of you,

hope my dream will come true.

Or else

I’ll always remain blue.

Monsoon brings in rain,

farmers rejoice in delight,

awaits good harvest.

Tears fall silently,

remembering the departed,

sadness surrounds me.

When I read
poems from the past,
I barely understand them.

I try, yes—
but they are minds
from another time.

It takes time
to connect with them.

Then I imagine myself:
will they, in the future,
read the poems I write to you
and understand
anything at all?

If someday you

break a glass

Remember —

        you

once broke a heart

Death owns the mossed headstones
orphaned by time and muted stories
no longer spoken in mortal’s rockery.

Fallen epitaphs .... names surrender
to nature’s bloom and winter frost,
broken granite bouquets tied with wild roses.

Where pain no longer visits, peace speaks
poetry through meadowlark and aspen sigh,
souls long gone now rest as poems cradled
in the arms of Mother Earth.