poetry
speak to me softly of his listful gait,
dear muse who cherishes inky musings.
tell me of this boy Poetry, who is of that thing most human.
tell me,
when god spoke the birth of time, did this child bring gifts divine?
and when she spoke that birth of mine, was he there to sing a line?
when mankind spoke her very first lines, were the creatures named using iambic rhymes?
is he the only one who can take a whisper of my soul, and leave it on the desk? an inken clue of how i really feel.
a true lover of mankind, a seeker of their every shape.
oh muse, speak to me of his lexical likeness so i might briefly thank him for his love.
unexpected kiss
i make the motion meekly
unsure of how to handle my emotion
my gestures slightly disproportioned
she loves me not
winter wind, is such a bitch.
a bitter kiss nipping at my finger tips.
but it’s all i know, her careless caress
it can’t be helped if i’m a masochist.
november lights
god blessed a misty mountain’s sky, i am thankful for my evening drive.
god blessed by friends and buffalo, i am thankful for that canyon side.
god blessed her soul to tear filled eyes crying for the light.
all of this a whisper of what god has to say:
and she says one day, love, everything will be all right
illusionist
when i make a wish i haven’t really made much, have i?
i’ve set my sights on a reality and want someone or something to give it to me.
i suppose there might be two types of wishes:
the first is a wish for something within my control, like a dream to be talented at music.
but i should work to develop good discipline and motivation because then i could learn music and anything else i desired.
then there is the second type of wish- a wish for something fantastic and out of my control, like a wish to go back ten years and start over. or a wish to have wings. for someone to come back to life.
but i’m just wishing to escape my discontentment.
maybe life is just one giant lesson on how to be grateful for what you have.
why is it so easy to lose sight of this?
braille
finding my way across grassy hills and freshwater banks,
i happened upon the wind.
her smiling eyes hit me like a summer day’s dying light,
taking my breath away.
she looked at me and said, “i’m in love with the trees!”
and so she took my breath to make a breeze.
and with that breeze,
she rustled the leaves.
then she looked at me and said, “i’m in love with the ocean!”
and so she took my breath to make a wind.
and with that wind,
she made the waves.
then she looked at me and whispered, “i’m in love with birds.”
and so she took my breath to make a gust.
and on that gust,
the swallow flew with joy and ease.
then she looked up and said, “i’m in love with the clouds!”
and so she took my breath and left.
she went high up in the sky,
until she found the clouds.
she loved it there,
and so with a flurry here
and a woosh there.
she played among the clouds all day.
the sun’s golden rays pulled slowly under the horizon,
like an octopus pulling itself beneath a rock.
and when night arrived, he found wind
resting peacefully in the clouds.
night came to her and said, “dear wind, i’d like you to meet a friend.”
and so he took her hand and pointed to the moon.
with a gasp she smiled,
and in a gust she rushed back down to find me.
she woke me up and shook my shoulders
and looked me right in the eyes, “i’m in love with the moon!”
and so she took my breath and took to the sky
and started to climb. higher and higher.
higher and higher.
but as she went, she started to slow,
and although she tired, she just couldn’t go
so she came back down, all out of breath.
with tears in her eyes she came to wake me
but i was motionless and still,
my heart beat slow and quiet.
i was almost all out of breath.
so wind gently caressed my head, and softly she said,
“of all the things i love, i love you most of all.”
then she took her breath, and filled my chest.
and layed her head next to me.
the end.