I'm standing close by a river of rhyme,
where words cascade, in endless pantomime,
each line is a ripple, on the rugose water's crest,
but the chaotic current seems a randomized mess.

I see waves of words riding swells of sonnet,
into concrete verse, only to crash upon it.
There are dark plaintive whirlpools of elegy
and swirling haikus kissing off sharp envoi.

This river of rhyme could wash me away,
with its desperate currents of poetic dismay.
Its sensual verses can become a toxic wine,
oh, God, don’t let me drown in the river of rhyme.

if the wind this morning is taking requests
it will deliver to you my gentle caress

the wobble of a muon foretells a paradigmatic shift in our understanding of the forces of nature

my wobble foretells an excess of alcohol

I refuse to write anything brilliant today,
in support of the writers’ strike.

Deep inside me is this seed
In search of light and water
to grow, before it’s soil runs dry.
Deep inside me is this dream that wants to awaken
to make itself come true,
before the sleep is over.
Deep inside me is this love in need of someone else’s love
To go hand in hand through life,
before horizon’s dawn.

The seed is in the dream
The dream is in the love
The love is in my being

The seed becomes a tree
The dream a shining light
The love the carrier of peace.



Shell✨🐚

I wipe my face
with grubby hands
and pretend it is you
who is caring for me.

I'm the happiest I've ever been,
yet I still find times
where I feel frayed.
I have no reason to be sad,
yet there is this constant dark cloud
that won't go away.
I don't want to cry everyday,
I don't want to feel this way,
I  just want to smile
and truly believe that I'm okay,
But no matter how hard I try
this dark cloud just continues to stay.

I only want a small space to scribble down a few lines of poetry that will endure forever.

Lured by the understated enticements
Of the fog that curls around my efforts,
I’m wondering if that could be the answer
To the questions that I’ve never ever asked.

There doesn’t always seem to be a floor
At the very bottom of the staircase,
So I’m wondering what I will find
When I step off of the bottom step.
            ljm