night and day— a unison
in serene dawn,
entwined in hope,
lust, fun.

then flecks and flashes of flesh
and light snare souls
with optimism
and choke with reality.

until night and day, crossed
at the harshest bit of twilight,
are dead.

The soul has as its sextant the ribs opened wide,
The heart its compass in fluid circuitous diatribe,
When each to zone the geometry of Greek sky  
With its powdery fabulism of centaurs and jars
From Aesop’s wine of words, the untimeliness
Of sundials to Charybdis’s bloom of giant watery eyes.

To know oceans by the dry riverbed of my pulse,
To scale only as high as the sparrow’s tomb of my heart.

It is when
We do not understand something
We cease to question it
Thus, turning to assumption
A child, although
In doubt
Will seek an answer
Sometimes such answers
Quieten the madness of our heart
Which is still a child finding its own genius
Sleeping in the chaos

Truly gifted poets
Straddle their crafts early on
Some even in adolescence
They have been cursed or blessed
To be kings and queens of utterance.
I never dreamed of becoming a poet
It was furthest from my mind
Then in a sudden twist of eardrum
It happened in my Mid-thirties.

Out of the recesses of Time
Came the lure and a hook
Shining in enchanted brook
And before i knew it
My heart was snatched
And my movements flustered
When i bit on ambrosiac bait
Drenched in Muse's wine
Drugged and drunk
On sounds and images
I struggled in a pool of words
To assemble what held me infused
To make sense of orphaned views
Swaying between shade and light
Like dancers deprived of audience.

My poetic rapture began
In frenetic rain of ink
preposterous in direction
A poetaster rapt on vapid rhymes
With sounds of poetic crimes
But my craft developed
In piecemeal fashion
And rendered my pen composed.

A minnow of long ago
Has grown into a mackerel
And longs to become a whale
In the ocean Ars Poetica
Though it seems a pipe dream.

All is for the best she says
Heart upon the ground
Each day the sun sets
Once more
Tomorrow brings hope
Somewhere to be found
It's something to hold on
to
With each breath
She takes
The idea of a whisper
Lost for all the time
It takes
A notion of a smile
Found somewhere in belief
Buried and covered
Beneath the lies you told her
Some she believed
She slowly picks up a piece
To place it back together
Another missing
Each day the sun rises
Once more to welcome
Her home
With open arms
And a spirit that
Might one day
Be whole