The lightness of air
Held from highest peaks
Falling soft
On my face and cheeks
Holding air light
In lungs tight
I can only have moments
Which are
Never enough
Air Tight
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Category Archives: Poems
Contoured Flowers
Studio hours
Layered with contoured flowers
Decisions scoured
Around and over hours
Speakers pushing vibrations
Ears in full salutation
Summed with amps
Knobs awaiting determination
We apply ourselves
Throughout the daytime minutes
–
I hope
For more synchronicity
Pulling together songs
In artistic creation
Edible Recylced Toys
You know I don’t eat that anymore
The smell of processed meats
Leaking through the cracked door
Orange yellow eggs smashed in
Not quite sure if it the slightest smell of plastic
That did me in
Logs of meat hammered out
Full of sodium bicarbonates
The thoughts just frustrates
But on Sunday mornings the family still enjoys
The processed meats
Made from recycled toys
Over a Cup of Tea
The morning rests soft
Easy speaking and waking slow
The summer breeze rustles
Through the soft flower leaves
Change has its way of breaking me
Lowering my tolerance for what is coming
Arise to life’s challenges yet
One by one
I hope my buffer for new will not come undone
I have heard stories of burn outs
Giving up
I know that the roads we create
Are not easy or clear
But what we do
We do for love
My dear
Sudden change is what we fear most
Life’s swelling waves
In a small fishing boat
Bail out the water
Keeping our heads above the sea
It’s a commitment we made
A long time ago
Over a cup of Darjeeling Tea
The Summer of Farewells
There we were
The last night on the farm
The summer of farewells
Sun setting soft in the clouds
That lie just above the horizon
Air light and easy
Wind calm subtle yet breezy
So many memories made over months
Lived on the farm
Time to move on
No reason to hold on
Holding on too tight
Will only make it difficult to let go
So pack up our bags
And lets hit the road
Here in Front of Me
Everything I need is right here in front of me
My hands, eyes, hope, desire
Everything I can use to bring myself higher
Hard work is the barrier
Constraining my own ethic
I feel that I have now realized this simple truth
What you focus on grows
What you forget about goes away with old
So I must refocus on what is in front of me
All the tools I need
Are surrounding me
Asking me
I will answer
Summers Waning Pace
Summer wanes
Like an early bird song in the morning
Warming and warning
We heed like leaves awaiting the fall
For changes that will come
Our lives will adjust with seasons
Waxing and waning
All the time anticipating the future
Holding dear to the past and present
We are old enough now
To realize if you look too much ahead
You will be left with future regret
Holding hands
Kissing lips
We await this changes with fires now dim lit
Summers waning pace has tapered off with the months
Cooling heads and sending us off
How I hold the present tight
But know that just letting go
Will be alright
The Roaming Misfit
Some details are always secret
Frustrating and deliberate
Held back with animosity
Towards the roaming misfit
Truth is never quite told
Lies sleekly avoided
News spread through lies spun
Then voided
I hope to deal with such grace
That I can overcome dealing with
The real face
Of a roaming misfit
Hold my tongue in place
For when he shows up to my door
Waiting for the embrace
I will hold back the words true and harsh
Hoping for something more contained and smart
But the webs we weave
Some to build
Others to deceive
I know this now more than before
So I will smile with reserve
When this man shows up to my door
Creating Context
No one will sing my song
Others create
Borrow or steal
But my voice sings my life story
It must be from my own lips
Sung
Creating context for understanding this mess
Owning these words whether they be of beauty
Or of restlessness
It is my mission to create my story
No other hands have created
This life of simple strands
Woven around complex webs
Of inner circle steps
So no one will push my pen
My life’s commitment to the end
To be committed and honest
So I can be fully created
Life, lived, created lines
Easy or frustrated
Napkin Summer Heat
Napkin summer heat
With complete love
Competing interests
All this happened since
We made it back home
Away from the city lights
Living light
On July nights
Lakes and flies
Wrapped up into the life
Of warmth on the fourth of July
Unseasonable cold
Held us close in blankets close
For the napkin summer heat would expose
The thoughts of growth and getting old
Let us enjoy the days here
Spent on a simple life
Return the city renewed
