Watermark

Come Play With Me

   

    

    

   

Mysterious Soul

   

    

    

  

Clarity

   

  

For Digital Whisper: spectacles. 

   

   

SWIM

  

SWIM

For an art journal challenge at The Lilypad. Elements from Anna Aspnes, Rebecca McMeen, and Tangie Baxter.

 

  

The Same Moon

   

   

Cold Moon

Each month I show you the same face,
and you call me a different name.

Now you call me Cold Moon,
but I am always cold.

You call me Long Night Moon,
but my nights are always long,

bright on one side, dark the other.
I am the same, always, and you

make of me what you desire. Magical,
monstrous, indifferent, muse.

I pull at your blood, and you
deny me. We yearn for one

another, stone of my stone, fire
of my fire, night of my night.

     

MUSIC TO MY EARS

   

   

For The Three Muses: music.

 

Falling in Love at 70 (snapshot poem)

  

What once would bend, now

refuses. Knees complain

of damp weather.

 

My fingers mark the crows’

feet at the corners

of your eyes.

 

It’s only endorphins,

synapses sparking

in the brain.

 

This heart, cracked by time

and grieving, has split

thin & dry as kindling.

 

That match

too close.

   

   

Celebrate

   

  

For Take A Word: Buttons & Bows

 

   

 

A Good Thing

   

   

Featured on Gallery Standouts today. I'm pleased. I like this one. 

    

Snapshot Poem 17 June 02017

   

You leave and then

it rains and rains.

Flood warnings

for Ovando, Seeley

Garnet, Greenough,

Clearwater. The garden

  

glistens, glitter on lilac

leaves in shafts of sun.

I sit alone on the wooden

bench, hood up, smoking,

listening to rain, percussive

on the furnace pipe. This old

   

body hums. My knee aches

and I try to remember where

I put the cane. I remind myself:

weather changes. This land

will be dry again. There will

be drought.

  

Come back.