29 May, 2017

Red, Red Rose

We walk,
barely talk,
finger tip to finger tip
brush unknowingly,
like two strangers 
that just met.

We liked
one another, 
once, when we walked
hand in hand on a beach, 
far away now, we grew
on the vine.

We were tangents,
to our circle, we bended 
to the dedication of marriage, 
now we have grown
agreeably 
quiet.

The red rose is now thorny and white.




The Path


Walk beside me in the sand,
leave your footprint like
the ocean leaves agates,
unpolished, valuable

Embrace the silent roar,
waves crash
minds' lonliness replaced
its rhythm beats

Your agate is not mine,
your path is not my
journey, even though we
walk, we walk alone

The blank space is filled.


28 May, 2017

Content At Last

Gray chair wraped its arms
embracd my cold,
put me asleep 
even when abandoned

Diminutive, abounding in riches
surrounded by abundance,
waiting on the hour
when she'll come home

Spring is in the breeze, 
it's now the hour of contentment,
the key turns the lock
awakening blows in

Transcends all




25 May, 2017

Tornado

Tornado 

Wind bears down 
swiping at its path
metal, wood, glass
not immune from its tail

Expansion on its amplitude occurs,
widens its pea green, angry path

Should the horn that warns
the last sound heard, or
should the wind sound 
its train roar

Sun comes out and smiles,
an ironic smile.