And maybe I have been
so familiar with being
out of this place
That when someone willing
to shelter me came,
I ran my life out of it.

Or maybe I have been
so into out of love
That when he came
and offered his heart,
I had no idea how to handle it.

So I ran my heart away.

She sang the chorus
and melancholy hues thundered
through the silence like embers
burning the emerald out of the green

Each verse a deepening
of the beginning into the end
like ash claims the earth long after
the fire has burned

Still lyrics of hope
clutched tightly to the notes
like rainbows bridge the gap
long after the storm has passed

Again, she sang the chorus
this time tears spilled over the edge
of heartache
like rain striking the heat out of the flames

You are my red and white rose full of passion and purity,
Let not the wind kiss you nor the butterflies feed on you.
I will still love you when you have a petal or two on you,
For you will always be my rose.
27/6/2020

underneath
the
ghostwhite moon
there
is
a rebel
buried
deep in
my heart
but
still
beating strong
while
love is knocking at my door
for some way to belong
i am still sure

Don't remember what
It was
Or used to be
Before it was renewed into
Modern technology
A kitschy site for
Poets
A haven for wanna-be's
Like a Cedar Tavern
In a green wish village
Online
Friendships made
And loves were lost
But, cozy,
And now dark and hollow.
What other place but
Here could you ****
Into an ashtray?
Or get drunk
With travelers
Blind poets
And masked intruders
We could agree
To disagree
Because it was
Mostly family
We adopted
We became accepted
First time in our lives,
For many,
Now all those faces so familiar
Are replaced on the wall
With just ----  
Dashes
No names at all,
I recall them.
But here,
Now into a metropolis
Where strangers hang out close
Packed but alone,
With young names
Lots of Faith's and
Hope's,
Alexander's and Popes,
Edgar would turn over,
Young faces
Xbox accomplishments
As their praises,
And the skyscrapers of progress
Block all light from the
Sun.
And you can howl
All you want
Never to be heard
And the bar
Itself
Torn into pieces
Is in storage
I've heard
Someplace inside
The backroom
Of the CVS
pharmacy
There now

Goodbye
Hello Poetry

Painted toes, the color of ripe eggplants
Flutter and kick around as giggles bubble the rim of my hard edges
Days gone by in silence, broken now by mirth
Drunk on a spring afternoon's nectar
I catch the sparkle in your eye, knowing
What comes next will have me breathless, wanting
"Please" whispered softly as giggles fade to sighs
You love it when I beg
I need this, you, here in the sunshine
Gilded fingertips tracing my tarnish
Chasing away the darkness with the promise of warmth

Chest heaving, eyes weeping,
The tomb blurs before my eyes.
How is everyone else still sleeping
When my Savior doesn’t arise?

Oh, how the doubt roars within me,
His words now seem to me as His rotting flesh,
“I will rise on day three,”
But his body is now stolen, unless…

Dirt clenching onto my dress,
I fling the tears from my eyes,
Trying to decide if… Yes!
There are people by his graveside.

Angels they must be, all in white,
And before I can confirm their existence, they speak:
“Woman, why are you weeping at this sight?”
My anger flares as I try to control my speech.

“Because my Lord has been taken away,
And I don’t know where his body is.”
I attempt to keep my temper at bay,
Turning away to abate my boiling fears.

Then I see the gardener, and a flash of brilliance
Or desperation rises in me, which one I don’t know,
But as I open my mouth to ask about my Lord’s disappearance,
He speaks: “Why are you weeping woman, why such sorrow?”

Again the same question, yet I cannot form
An adequate response; how can one describe
The loss of Him who can calm the storm,
But now has left my world in turmoil at his sacrifice?

My anger reaches the heavens now,
And in irritation I retort, “If you have taken Him away,
Tell me where He is, and I will take him from thou.”
Chest heaving, eyes weeping, I glance away.

But then I hear my name, soft and sweet but firm,
Two syllables, a clear “Mary!”
And I turn
And my unbridled joy at seeing him turns into “Rabboni!”

I ponder for a second what it’s like to feel
Sadness, for in that split second, it’s gone,
It’s been replaced by rejoicing and zeal,
And I resist the urge to leap with the dawn.

How could I have ever doubted?
Of course His words are true,
It’s a reality that must be shouted,
Yet all I can do is stare at him now that he’s in my view.

“Do not cling to me,” he says earnestly
“For I still must ascend to my Father,
And please tell our friends this, for certainly
I ascend to My God and your God, My Father and your Father.”

It was good he said this, for I had forgotten
In my excitement to see my Savior; I’m sure
His disciples must have wondered whether their Lord had rotted:
“I’m leaving right now, my Savior!”

Sandals rubbing into callouses, lungs heaving,
I ran back to town, through the streets that
Once knew me in despair, grieving,
Hardly stopping, for I had no time to chat.

My Savior has risen, he is alive and well,
He has saved us lost sheep who have gone astray,
And although He no longer on Earth will dwell,
He will never allow us to fully decay.

I’m sure when you die he will call your name too,
With a voice soft and sweet but firm and so true,
And you will go be with Him and He’ll make you brand-new,
And we’ll all live forever from our own Easter morning, too.