Candlelight-

Candlelight-3/21/2020

poetry
is a flame
in dark times

poetry binds
us together,
into one Universal
Blanket.

poetry gives voice
to the dead and unspoken.

poetry gives hope
to the ill and uninspired.

poetry lights the way
reaches where
words cannot say.

poetry
is a flame
in dark times.

written for World Poetry Day 3/21/2020

Urgency-Covid-19

Urgency- Covid-19
3/21/2020

The Earth is
a Sphere
enshrined by Fear.

This latest
plague
makes us
tremble
in waves.

We must come
together
and unite
only then
can we continue
to fight.

Mother Nature
our greatest
teacher.

Time to reflect
on Hope, Love and Beauty.
It’s not time to Neglect.

The Earth is a Sphere
Enshrined in Fear.

upside down world

Upside down world-2/14/2020

what lies beneath
this upside down world
is an upside down girl
melting inside
a broken down world.

what lies beneath
this dirty icy gravel
a muddy pile
of twisted leaves
and branches of a smile

the tears linger longer
then the make up gives way
to stained cheeks.

what lies beneath
a pile of grief
a broken down world
for an upside down girl.

yearning

yearning- 2/13/2020

i yearn for years
yearn for a missed pathway
i stumbled across.

too frightened to cross
too frightened to pass
it’s stony ridges and cracked in creases.

broken pavements
a stepping stone
instead i chose to walk alone
and then for years, you were not here
i have yearned
for a thousand ages

now it feels much too late
i saw a recent photograph
of your face.
Also a beautiful woman.
you have clearly moved on
without me.

Fairy tales

Fairy Tales- 1/5/2020

whispering zen masters
whispering drunks
whispering pagans
pounding on empty drums.
haunted by memories
of moments
long passed me by
on the wayside

mother maiden and crone
which phase of this moon am i?
by the flame
of this flickering candle
lies an unspoken
memory

dusty by the winds
of time
as i listen
for music
that this wind makes
as the breeze passes me by.

My Muse

My muse is both
Ancient and contemporary.
She’s a bit of sharp
and pointy knives
like little bits
of Dorthy Parker.

My muse is feminine
sleek like a shadow
shaped like an hour glass
a beauty like Marilyn Monroe
but also a dirty beast
like Anais Nin.

My muse
is cloaked in invisibility
she whispers ever so
discreetly.

I write words
automatically
matriarchy
passively
aggressively

into random pieces
filled with
sharply razor thin poetry.

Feb 1st 2020

Waiting on a phone call?

just aching
to hear your voice
again
on the telephone call?

please call me
i need to hear
the sexy laughter again
and remember
how great it would be
if you took me to bed with you?

i miss my friend.
the one with the
rainy eyes full of storm and sea
where the bluest clouds meet
circling like clouds above his feet?