Saturday, September 17, 2016

good story

find it good,
spinning words
into story
story into langue..

words of history
and of community.
spreading emotion
through the text.

forming connections
from spirit and heart
family and tongue.

Sunday, July 31, 2016

untitled (we sit in shadows)

with bended knee
we sit in shadows
watching as the world walks by,
heads down,
eyes transfixed,
wires dangle from ears,
and screens glow..
the random scream,
a few laughs and
squeaking wheels
as carts pulled behind,
pass by.
i watch you walking,
serious and tired.
an exhausted smile
on your face.. pushing,
no, pulling..
another saunter along.
everyone has a place
to go,
a place to be.. quickly.
i watch and wait and while
the hour goes.. reading
in your body language and
hope to give encouragement..
and pass my day,
give a smile back to me,
once you've made it
your own.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Patience 2

Ansel Adams I am not..

Will you
remember me
when all the days go by?
While I wait
for you.
Through rainy days,
sun-dappled green
wind-wrested mornings..
I breathe the sigh,
and wonder why
I should wait
but willing,
I do.
I hope for you.

Saturday, July 9, 2016

If I can't be Pretty, Let me be Worthwhile

If I can't be pretty,
let me be worthwhile.
let me be a part of this,
the circle of your smiles.
Let me be filled with
your goodwill and your joy.
let me know you in
even discreetly,
but personably,
deserving your esteem.
If I can't be pretty,
let me (at least) be worthwhile.

09 July 2016

edited & posted
11 July 2016

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

For You

Still Life w/ tea

for you,
i would do most anything.
just to spend time.
to talk
or see your face,
to be with you,
within the circle
of your grace.
i would keep my hands
to myself
so as not to hug,
or hold or scare you,
dear to me that you are.
i would keep my place.
if you would have the time.
to call you mine
if only
for those short,
infrequent times.

Monday, June 6, 2016

Just the Same


Even if you don't,
I love you just the same.
I see you
in your flaws,
your pale perfection
and intellect.
I see your bright-eyed
and smile.
I see the glow you hold,
and only want to
or at least to live
within the orbit
of your presence
as you travel through.
My sun is always shining
brightly upon you,
and radiating
and reflecting,
the perfect un-perfectness
that glow that is very just you.
I live for moments,
the many days,
where the earth aligns
just right, the tilt..
your hello like waves,
your smile like a welcome shore,
your words are like hope
I bundle within
with string
and joy
and light.
and even if you
actually have rejected me,
Oh, but I love you just the same.