Uncommon Sense
February 15, 2014 § Leave a comment
What is it that holds you
back, from reaching
the always-sought after
ever bewitching
slipping through fingers
personal Utopia
place, where
you’re meant to be?
If it was doubt, you would not
have ever dreamed of this
place, to begin with
If it was fear, you may not
have even made it to this
point, a remarkable feat of courage
If it was ignorance, you could not
have seen this place so clearly
detailed and superb
resting at a peak
If not these, then what?
The most dangerous barricade we face
may just be none other than
practicality.
Still
February 14, 2014 § 2 Comments
if the world still spins
among an expanse of unknowns
and our blood still flows
through an amazing maze
and gravity still heaves
burying sandy beaches
then why must we remain
still
If Only
February 11, 2014 § 4 Comments
If only I could write poems all day
fill my life with shaping words like clay
I would stare through windows concocting rhyme
If I could only write poems until the end of my time
If only I could paint murals from Finland to Spain
spreading my paintbrush across imperfect terrain
I would cover the ground, the hills, and the sky
If I could only paint murals for the wandering eye
If only I could bask in the sun without end
never shadowed by coolness, nor see darkness ascend
I would swing from the sun beams and swallow the light
If only the world was forever resplendent and bright
If only, if only, the wishers do say
forgetting to love the wondrous day
and if wishes and dreams are within a life’s scope
then cast doubt aside and embrace faithful hope
Lullaby
February 10, 2014 § Leave a comment
brush your teeth when you hear the wind
comb your hair when you hear the patter
wash your face with the splashes nearing
dip into your covers as the roar comes closer
rest your head on the pillow as water pounds
close your eyes with thunder’s shake
embrace perfection, cold sheets and nature’s orchestra
lulling you to sleep
Kitchen Dance
February 9, 2014 § Leave a comment
hot air spirals upward
toward haligen lights
a spinning, circling
steam of buttery garlic
and charred tomatoes
shines heavenly, a spotlight
framing four popping pans
of grease and glitter
that sing a bubble melody
of syncopated sizzle
circling and bouncing
across the very atmosphere
of that silvery room
then a punctuated ring
ends the glistening dance
a stir, a pinch, a lick, a whisk
three, two, one
and dinner is served
Two Limericks
February 7, 2014 § Leave a comment
Wrote these for a Limerick contest in my hometown newspaper 🙂
As a KC native who likes to explore,
and travel to places beyond my front door,
it never comes as a surprise
when a Californian cries,
“You’re not in Kansas anymore!”
While our sports teams, they may not glitter
there’s other things we must consider.
We beat the competition
with our nice dispositions
and this makes KC a true winner!
Every Word
February 7, 2014 § Leave a comment
every word
and story written
penned
etched on paper
can be read in daylight
by any searching eye
but the pure, tragic
emotion, the space
between lines,
the breath unheard
that gulps
and swallows
dialogue and meaning
before it can stain
the pen’s canvas
will only ever
begin to be
understood
not by the one who studies
the text, but
by the one
who holds
the pen
Sky
February 5, 2014 § Leave a comment
paths of blue above
cloudy monuments shifting
change never ceases
Winter Leaf
February 5, 2014 § Leave a comment
drifting
downward from a home
above, somewhere far
overhead,
rushing
to meet the glass
twirling
and spinning, the dance
of a lost soul, a spirit
freed, separated
from what it knew
as home, finally
touching
the surface
gently, then aburptly
drawing
an inky circle, and another
ripples scattering
in perfect patterns,
every direction of silky glass
waving
gently outward
from a small piece of nature
seperated from its home
above
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