early plated sky
above obsidian hills
distinction by light

Hasn't worn them in years
Since she lived here, my all star
Her low cut Chuck Taylors

Crimson orange curls swirl
Cinnamon sprinkles sun kissed cheeks
My oldest beauty is rare indeed

I'd rather whiny like a horse
than die like a sheep

no thinking allowed
big brother dictating thought
Orwell understood

People look into the dark
To see shades of death, I look
For night creatures breath
To prove I’m not afraid
And the darks not death
But life without light

It’s fun watching my youngest bird molt
Charlie her cockatoo does it too
It’s so cute!

sun bleached and wind stripped
Mans ill intent, sand blasted
Blinded  eyes tearing

I can watch grass grow
Or cherry blossoms bloom
for eternity, when I know  your mine

Imperfections make beauty
Like an ideally placed dimple
on your perfecty dimpled face

Red stains on my back
dangerous passion, scars me,
same sharp clawed woman
ripping, tearing, and mending
this fragile, sensitive heart

Pretty sure I’m gonna die
Seems it’s inevitable
God, what aisle are breadcrumbs on?

flash to roaring flame
spark to lightning bolt storm
You to my burning desire

Aging moms frantic calls
The sun peeks in going by
The chair rocking soothes me

Galloping down the beach
Crashing waves startles me awake
It’s  Chance the pup chasing a wind blown leaf

Everything tastes like you
Last nights cheeseburger, this mornings eggs
Cherry tootsie pops are the best

big great white swimming
carolina's outer banks
shark of privilege

frigid mountain stream
sparkling conversation
pool cooled PBRs

Another old night
blood red, chasing arrows in
reflections, wasting
away in Peruvian
dreams of when the night was young

light on the edges
highlight mountain tops of gold
morning alpenglow

Catching on the wind
scents, hints of dogwoods blooming
recollecting youthful
adventures in backseat love
On backwood roads, back in time

goodbye angel
taking earths light away
as darkness descends

When I read a good poem it feels so familiar
Not my very words but similar
Not in that order but of that cloth
Similar in mind similar in thought
Not words stolen just words caught
by a likewise soul telling all of us what they long sought
Validation he is not alone, mental, or bought
But words in this order with this thought
are exactly as he could want and got

You said you liked me but you hated yourself
Then you said you loved me so I ran away
Then you fell in love with yourself again
And I came crawling back your way
What does that say?

Cardboard hopelessness
across from the coffee shop
And she with no sleeve

Yep, slightly passed middle age, hmm,mm
but in good health body and maybe mind, I think
at least I keep straight my back
I'm certainly no elder sage
but I still will not step on a sidewalk crack

raging whiteout winds
chaotic drapes blinding, viewing
mother Denali's
sharpened crystalline edges
framed by sprawling blue heavens

blue windswept tides
pelicans align to ride
skittish bait fish dive

Blue sky sun reflected
melting a mountain lake to
Raspberry blue slushee

stunning spider web
dancing her tangled trapeze
she gently moves in
striking precision hits home
paralyzing, my heart beats

You ever heard, dark to light or
I was blind and now I see

It used to perplex me and to
wonder what could this mean

Did it mean like the rising sun
hitting places it had not before been

Was it a surgery or some godly miracle
that made the blind man preen

Or was it something deeper
something felt but something unseen

I think I see the meaning now
I had to write it down and then read

wisdom to be had
in obtaining gratitude
for all my blessings