Monday, July 25, 2011

Crumpled rags of color--

crumpled rags of color
deep, velvet red
pale, soft pink
warm yellow
jumbled together
rose petals
a sweet, sickly smell


Monday, July 18, 2011

Civility is a cruel master

Civility is a cruel master
locked up
would you care
to join me in my silence
my polished still acquiesence
locked up, like me
in a chamber of fury
every man
every woman
every child
my master
the meek suffer
and the brash inherit the earth


(There are definitely still times I wish I didn't have to be polite to people)

Monday, July 11, 2011

Chinaberry Blossom

chinaberry blossom
write it
write it with gold ink
and purple perfume
this is the scent of spring
spring in the harsh brown hills

grass and undergrowth
tree and vine
write in curling choreography
and pale green hue
this is the color of spring
spring in the dull grey hills

wind puffs
dancing in the brush
write them in blue
write with the lightest of touch
these are the thoughts of spring
spring in the still hot hills

dewdrop and rain
small streams rippling
write in thick strokes
in water-white and the yellow of sun
this is the feel of spring
spring in the dry dead hills


Monday, July 4, 2011

Broken Heart--

broken heart
and from it sweet perfume
divinity nears
the disillusioned one
and becomes, as us, a broken heart -
then you
without succor of joy
shall find in the outpouring
precious myrrh

(you do realize some of these don't mean anything. I just like the sound of words)