Brilliant green and
rubies red,
adorn the crest
of the angel's head.
...
I've made a wonderful
Discovery!
A lost world
in the clouds.
...
A sobbing of
the bow-stroked stings.
Thicken the air
and choke with grief.
...
Rhythm pulses,
make us feel secure.
But this?
...
Snow drifts on the house's eaves.
They frisk.
They sing.
They dazzle.
...
The secret is encrypted
In every shell and stone.
No matter how we struggle, it's a
...
Why did he just talk to me?
Is there something I don't see?
What's the dull grey line between,
the Words
...
Out frost-window,
blank eyes see
A bird?
It's looking straight at me.
...
I look up and feel powerless
Down and find shame.
Glance sideways come guilt,
but backwards shoots pain.
...
The comforting hum-humming of
the fridge strokes my mind.
The whimsical tinkling of
the aquarium weaves my thoughts.
...
Christmas Hearth
Brilliant green and
rubies red,
adorn the crest
of the angel's head.
Sitting pretty at
the Christmas tree.
the Spirit comes;
spin-whirling free.
Cast in gold the
bright chains shine;
bind the branches
of holiday times.
Tiny baubles
dangle down
and ornament these
tangled threads.