Images of ideas that

slowly crawls night

it creeps and peeps

through cracks and cranny

rich warm nothingness

giving solitude and seeps

directly into my soul

screeching to halt any

thoughts but you

you left without calling

no message or note

just nothingness




odd bits of you scattered around

papers half read and

socks by our bed




but  you were no among the

bits left behind

cold bits

white bits




you left without calling

cold bits of

nothingness

left behind

Quiet I am

Quarrelsome be you

Quaint I seem

Questioning are you

Quivering I be

Quaking you do

Quenched are we

You fear as i fear in these lines
you fill my odd little places

                 with special graces

you will rage and i shall roar

            then we will crumble with laughter

I stand strong and you stand firm

      no fuddled words have we

Me

I woke today with no shadow beside me
I stretched me and and enjoyed the freedom
I smelled the scent of me and was pleased
I have me whole and at peace
I am as I was to be
I have defined meself with in boundaries placed
I answer to no demands but those I place on me
I am the one the only me

Small words

SHOUTED Loudly

Written hastely

Scrawled loving

Printed boldly

Spelled badly

In perfect tense

Perfect sense of

Verbs actively

Wrapping you in me

Once were u alone on an island

And I far away in a strange southern land

Politely in goring  knocking

And notes sent asking

For a moment in your mind




At last u spoke and I retorted

Nestled now safely in your thoughts

We pratter in strange tounge

With words, strokes and quietness

Places filled and dearly held




Speak do we of smallness

Overcome by strange utterings

Wondering why words are all

We needed to make small talk

Tak