Changing Wind
The birds
Outside my window
Are the loudest
They have ever been
Or at least as long as
I can remember
They celebrate
A quieter planet and
The simple fact that
It is spring
Broken Glass
Shining sparkles shimmer forth
Filling cups of one’s self-worth
Winding through the wizard’s stave
Delights go whirling breath to grave
Straying from the stony paths
The wise one’s hermitage in maths
Counting ones and threes and twos
Evokes reprieve from death’s dark noose
Fourth Estate
Often I think
That the powerful
Care naught for the weak
That they might seek
Our destruction
With indifference
Reasons hopes sink
From clear lack of
Brave interference
Springing Onward
While they were crying,
stomping their feet and
gnashing their teeth
at the rain
The flowers welcomed
life-saving splashes of
natural replenishment
and succor
We were rewarded for
our wet dresses and
fallen tresses with
a splash of color
Born Too Strung
Quieting my thoughts
Because they are monsters
Who hiss and growl and they
Tell me I am worthless and ugly
My mind that betrays me so often
These thoughts so alien to me
They are not my own ideas
But those of my captors
Politics Unusual
Falling into myself
Anger rises and takes hold
Jumps out of my spirit naked and raw
Finds friction and is running loose
No reprieve from the search
Frayed emotions that seeks a mark
Tides of ambivalence rush the pace
My skin alone draped upon the chair
Fashionably Late
I walk a tightrope
Believing
Nothing is about me
And everything
Is
Tie
My shoes into a knot
A man’s last word
Is all he’s
Got
A viscous stew
Pig head and steam
The dead horse
That I see in my
Dreams
In Peril
I feel lucky,
I’m so happy,
like nothing will
ever go wrong
again.
Once upon a time…
Future Perfect
Outside he stalks
Is as alert as me
But doesn’t sense
The future because
There is nothing there
To the cat that lives
Down my alley
A bird’s feathers
Between its teeth
Only matters now
What use is dinner
Twenty-five years
From tonight?
“Absolutely nothing”
The hungry cat yelps
Mystery Doll 