I discovered a star
shiny and bright.
It burned from within
with glorious light.
...
Xenophiles see it all the time.
The transubstantiation of matter
causing hysteria among every culture.
...
Stark against steel gray sky
Steeples rise sharp
Grazing lowered clouds
of hazed vapor.
...
She rises from a limpid pool.
Silvery beads cling to flesh
Clothing her in brilliant shimmer.
...
Aged patina of ivory keys.
Chipped at the corners.
Black and white worn.
...
Hippos in crates
On roller skates
Crashing through
the rickety gates.
...
Mother. Nature buff. Nurse.)
To Share Words...
The words
are slow
to come.
One at a time
trembles upon my lips
before spilling forth.
Slowly
picking up speed
they
flow
at first
like a lazy undulating
stream through
a crowded wood.
And then
as the pressure
builds towards
release
like a
raging rapids
words
leap over
submerged
emotion,
rushing forth
to be expressed,
to share,
to enlighten,
to dance,
to rage,
to comfort,
to share...
Always to
share.
That internal
need
to share
one's self
through the
use of
words
whether
spoken
or written.