Monday, June 25, 2012

Single beam of light--

a single beam of light
a lonely moon,
the clouds hurry by too fast
to speak of things below
the moon sighs.
rocking herself in a blue hammock,
she listens to the swish of the clouds,
gliding past
murmuring,
thoughtfully she sends her rays
gleaming down
on a laughing girl

Monday, June 18, 2012

Looking at Sparrows on a Rainy Day

           The sky is coldly grey
           the rain drips slowly
           soaking the dreary, unresponsive earth.
           And
           on a tree’s bare branches
           [starkly stretching towards the sky like empty hands]
           the sparrows flit.
           Somehow they fit --
           their drab brown coats are copies of the atmosphere.
           their quick, sharp hops belie their modest feathers
           they dart
           through raindrops
           through winter raindrops

2/21/98

Monday, June 11, 2012

Monday, June 4, 2012

Is it nightmare...

is it nightmare?
or sweet dream that courses through my mind?
leaves me cold with longing
and abhorrence
silent rooms
rooms
twisting, dimly lit
about heavy shelves
I feel myself
wraith-like
turning from shade to shadow
to human thought
my body is envisioning
reality
becoming naught

I hover
between the worlds of sleep and dream.

3/8/00

(so...do you remember how I said I was sick a lot all the time I lived in Texas? Because of my allergies? Well, I took a lot of stuff to try to combat the allergies, including various mixtures including decongestants. It turns out that if I take enough decongestants, interesting things happen...I've always rather liked the floating sensation, but some of the other stuff...)