#stacks
There are stacks
of old paper -
my old thoughts.
Rough and torn,
there are many -
they tell my life.
On such old, sad
ground - I walk;
I walked here many times.
Life will continue
and continue
to stack - and I
will continue to write.
Jan 2, 2022
Jan 2, 2022 at 11:13 AM UTC
Sea stars, urchins and anemones
ride the tidal waters at Rialto Beach
swirling into shallow pools -
clad in shades of blue, emerald and violet.
Gnarls of ancient driftwood line the beach
up to the rainforest’s edge just beyond the rise.
Pulsing waves dash and roar against the sea stacks
where the Pacific adjoins the California shore.
Legions of seagulls circle above
piercing the misted air with their cries
and the tide, beckoned by the Sky Queen,
begins to ebb and regain the open sea.
As the sun sinks into the western sky –
the towers of Split Rock and Hole in the Wall
are silhouetted against the horizon
pasteled in gold, orange and burgundy hues.
Gray whales and dolphins breach the surface
before plunging into the sacred depths
where the ocean beats pulse on and on -
sounding resonant cadences
through timeless hallows of infinity.
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 6:16 PM UTC
A breath caught
left with lungs that won't empty,
and a spinning mind that won't quit.
Nothing but a sliver of darkness
now separates our peeking souls.
Thrown-out of hiding
by flames that lick the air
-akin to the striking of a match-
our eyes lock and intertwine
like grape vines, just before the dawn.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
Here am I,
Lurking, waiting for you,
I see your face,
In every dream,
I almost love you,
Or so it seems.
I see you walk in,
And I take my chance,
I take you away,
So that we may dance,
I draw you in,
Among the stacks,
Take you so far,
that you won't come back.
With my temptress words,
I draw you in,
Because what I want,
Is lips on skin.
Slowly, sweetly,
You read me like a book,
And if you don't stop,
You'll be hooked.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC