(2013)
poem about how sometimes you really just can't force your poems out.
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
