(2014)
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
