My mind made a movie
Of the two of us last night
When everything was beautiful
And all the wrongs were right
The wind blew the storm clouds
The rain washed away the pain
The love we had returned
And the sun came back again

Poetry in motion
Words dressed up
Played down
Dancing across
Napkins
Toilet paper double ply
Chalked sidewalks
And ghetto walls
Sewer plates
And bus seats
Train terminals
.Church benches
Bathroom stalls
Everyone needs an
Encore of words
To touch or heal
To make one
Whole again
Or put a smile
Upon one's face
A.laugh or two
Perhaps even a tear
A collection of
One's thoughts
A collection of
Others
Whatever the case
Words are
Poetry in motion

I am not a starving artist
I have been well nourished
By the sound and seasoned
Crumbs from
The words and music
Paintings and dancers
Athletes and doctors
Parents and teachers
Students and others
Now to savor and
Digest

A photographer takes to
Field. Camera in hand
Ready to capture
The right moment
A poet takes to
Field pen and paper in hand
Ready to capture
The right moment
A click of the camera
A click of the pen
Both will have a story
To tell
One in picture
The other one
In words
The end result
Will be visualized or
Heard
Both viewed from
The  Heart

The  cold wind slapped me
In the face
And brought me
To my senses
Such activity in
The early morning
Grey
Two unexpected gulls
Just enjoying the sky
Dancing over the lake
Taking a bow
Dipping in the
Cold water
For curtain closes
A baby cardinal
Calling in the sky
One two three testing
Her vocal chords
And the resounding
Of birds
Answering her call
Dark purples and grays
Line the sky
And  the movement
Of the lake quickens
Stillness all around
Peace overflowing
I'm no longer cold
Nature has warmed
My heart

The sun and moon sharing the sky
Their love radiating from opposite edges of life's greatest masterpiece