Trembling
Take
Her
From
My
Hand
She
Was
Filled
With
Sand
Now
Softening
-me
Painting: The Offering, by Noel Suarez
Offering
•May 20, 2020 • Leave a CommentOwned
•May 17, 2020 • Leave a CommentShe adjusted so quickly
To collar and bell
The black leather it suited
And fit her quite well
Silver studs showed the cosmos
Blue stars cut with her name
Her whole universe shifted
She was never the same
-me
The Hours
•May 12, 2020 • Leave a CommentOf possible
Happiness
That evening
Being tucked in
Kissed
On the forehead
Told goodnight
And knowing
With the certainty
Of a child
That there had to be
So many more
Nights like this
I slept securely
But forever
Is always
Impossible
-me
Painting: Child Sleeping, by Patti Trostle
I am
•May 10, 2020 • Leave a CommentI am
A beast
Who barks
At ticking
Time
I am
A Glass chime
Winking at
The wind
I am
A budding
Tulip soft
In spring
I am
A bamboo shoot
To torture
Men
-me
Painting: Bamboo Shoots in Spring, by Wu Guanzhong
Two Sides
•May 8, 2020 • Leave a CommentMy body
Rides
A simpler
Wave
To spite
The
Complication
My heart
She sighs
A softer
Play
Not quite
Her
Steely station
-me
Photpgraphy/Painting by Alexa Meade
Peace
•May 5, 2020 • Leave a CommentI never knew
Mourning doves
Have soft blue eyes
Until I noticed her
Cooing up close
I guess being still
Can allow
For surprise
And connection
When it’s needed most
-me
Painting: Mourning Dove No. 5, by Allison Trentelman
Madness
•May 3, 2020 • Leave a CommentWalking and writing
In circles they say love is
Frontal lobe damage
-me
Photograph: Straight Jacket, by Dusty5150 on deviantart.com
One Stone
•May 2, 2020 • Leave a CommentTwo mama birds
Battling
One besting the other
By the eye
Squawking and spinning
Mid-flight
And I
Am equal parts
Intrigued
And horrified
My heart is winning
This fight
And quite plucking out
My orbital
Mind
-me
Letting Go
•April 30, 2020 • Leave a CommentPink blossoms swirl
On a violent wind
Like little bold
Flocks of swallows
Ripped too fast
From their limbs
They must have
Fond memories
Of their lives
Linked to trees
But seem choosing
To dance
Their last day
On this breeze
-me
Grey Matters
•April 26, 2020 • Leave a CommentI hear noises
In this empty house
Both crying pipes
And sighing wood
While shadows
Hang and slink about
Grey exorcise
I wish I could
-me
Painting: Grey Matter, by Suse Neilebock
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