Monday, July 30, 2018

purps

of prose not purple
florid in its lack
of eloquence
of meter and or
cadence
in depth and substance
of shadows and moonlight
through which the sun
breaks


little mama

little mama sitting pretty
in her flower nursery

one more conversation

one more conversation
i wish we had
feelings to share
words to express
just one more time
so you could hear me say
that i love you
when you start your day
one more conversation
to see your eyes
mine filled with tears
to try
to say
not goodbye
but see you later
down this twisting road
our paths diverging
until...

Sunday, July 29, 2018

international tiger day part 2

tiger babies

we tigers have babies,
just like you.
they deserve a safe
world to grow up in,
too.

interational tiger day part 1

tiger,
denizen of jungles, deep
if your species dies,
the earth shall weep

i am a tiger
on my land you encroached
i was born to live in freedom
not be by man, poached

Saturday, July 28, 2018

pink flowertowers

pink flowertowers
sway like rain
pelting down
from winds unharnessed.

muted sparrow

muted sparrow
softness
hues touched by
sunlit
avenues.

drop let

drop let my heart feel what it does
let the words flow forth
unblocked and emotive.

Friday, July 27, 2018

here i sit

here i sit
as i surmise
should i pounce
forward
or should i hide
oh my life is in a
whirl...
not very easy
to be a squirrel.

lives in a frame

lives in a frame
a painting not named
two hearts no longer
beating
footprints now
faded
their world
complicated.
a painting created.
so quiet now
so sad the heart
memories torn open
truths exposed
the frailties of ourselves
and of those
in frames and in portraits.
why...
who knows.




Wednesday, July 25, 2018

her tearings

her feelings
are her own
her tears
are hers...
and her
alone

senior eye tiss

if anybody thinks we senior citizens ever mature...
teehee that a pile o horse manure
perhaps it is not very healthy
but i still cannot resist a silly
senior selfie

Monday, July 23, 2018

do you see

do you see our harmony
as we gather on this
tree
different souls though
we
may
be.

When the quiet

When the quiet is so loud
It deafens
peaceful
Moments 

Saturday, July 21, 2018

cawt

Caught between the night and day
The bright and nothing much to say

Friday, July 20, 2018

the many red flowers

the many red flowers in our lives
parents children husband wives
animals we loved
and still adore
those who grace our lives
or are here no more.
the many red flowers
as their petals fall
savor each hour
as you love
them all.

too dazed

we do not dwell over
today's events
whatever happened
came and went
we catch our breath
so we are prepared
for whatever we have
to face
out there.

Thursday, July 19, 2018

dinotoepia

they walk by day
they walk by night
they hold your fingers
when the beaky bites

dinotoepia!

these are my pretty toes
they live due south
of my beaky  nose

Monday, July 16, 2018

flower from the sea

i would like to be
a flower from the sea.
so to that end,
i shall
pretend

mist...repost


Mist
to those once with us,
who no longer remain,
we feel your loss,
and it causes pain.
but we know you are
in a place of peace,
with others, just like you,
whose troubles have ceased.
your tenure on earth
with us never enough,
yes we go on,
but at times it is rough.

about

it is not about whether we
agree or disagree
it is about our
camaraderie.

Sunday, July 15, 2018

pigeon party

here we sit
most times each day
to commiserate
did things go
our way.
to aid a comrade
when in need
to find shelter in the moment
that we sometimes need.
although our lives and
paths may part
we sit in unison
and one heart.

to rise


To rise so tall above it all, not focusing on if you fall 

how i

How I bask in the warmth of your love when your heart opens the door 

Friday, July 13, 2018

mantra de jour

no more political kooky kabuki
all players are nuts and kinda
oooky
a bunch of self serving members
of the sandbox gang
more transparent and nasty
the louder they sang.
so left and right
middle and such
get over yourselves
and remember the peeps
and the country
thank you very much

we don't

We don’t look to the past
we put that to bed
we focus on looking forward 
instead.

Thursday, July 12, 2018

in the lost

in the loss,
conceptual
real.
perceptual
heart
detectable.

find

find for me
a sweet bouquet.
love beyond
what i
can
say.

Monday, July 9, 2018

humour

nature has a sense of humor
this is fact
not just
mere
rumor.

in the larger

in the larger scheme
where do we fit
so much smaller
than the rest
of it.

the stratum of healing

multilayered
multi teared
each step a
small life time

Friday, July 6, 2018

a world of pretty worlds, so small

a world of pretty worlds,
so small.
ah such magic
we love it all.

Thursday, July 5, 2018

in this little

in this little world i be,
i can see you,
can you see
me.

no walls

there are no walls
grey and forbidding
in a heart that is
free.

Monday, July 2, 2018

how soft the sight

how soft the sight
the brightest light
a gentleness

starred

you are an elegant
smiling star
bringing joy
wherever
you
are.

wingspanned

now its time to say goodbye
spread my wings...
i gotta fly.