Dirty hands

Dirty Hands- March 1st 2019

Spirals of songs

ringing into my mp3 ears

songstruck grabbing at bits and pieces

lyrics licking the palms

of dirty hands.

the gift of singular melody

ringing into my mp3 ears

grabbing at puzzles reaching for words

hearing everything like the first time

lyrics licking the palms

of dirty hands.

sooner than later

dancing will lead to poetry

then it will lead to twisting

and bending into art supplies

lingering music towards motion

sketchbooks opening without pause

these lyrics licking the palms

will lead to drawing

oil pastels or pencils or charcoal

covering these dirty hands.

We never know when….

We never know when….

Weds 2/27/19

Michigan Winter

frigid icy solid

snow packed

the firm crunchy carpet

of wet winters bane.

Chilling to the bones

14 degrees brings me

to my knees.

A sea of white harden bone,

spun of velvet.

Snow shatters by a knife of Ice.

Eventually spring will come,

but living in Michigan We never know

when?

Snow sometimes….

March April or May?

The weather just stays this way.

A sea of white harden bone,

spun of velvet.

Snow shatters…..

by a knife of Ice.

Eventually Spring will come.

But living in Michigan,

We never know when?