Crisis |
CrisisTransition,endless moments in the sun,turning overfallen leaves;assumption,life in asteady supply.Wishing momentsof freedom and liberty,a lackluster beginning,trepidation,walking through lifewit...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Aug 2009 08:13:00 GMT |
The Dancer |
The Dancer
As if she were dancing
around the minaret
of some great church
in France,
she lifts her feet,
in the air,
a flutter,
and lands perfectly
on the ground.
The dust from
da...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Dec 2008 18:40:00 GMT |
Sand |
Sand
I write because I write,
she thought,
in a round about
sort of way,
and jotted something down
on paper.
Her beer cold, and over ice,
she liked to drink
at sunset,
it helped her rel...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 18:38:00 GMT |
Lady Drunk |
Lady Drunk
Acting out in ambiguity
and not sure
of the reasons why,
she is in eclipse
of others.
Sitting on hard concrete,
where the city
meets the street,
she is unable to muster
en...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Nov 2008 17:51:00 GMT |
Up Stream |
Up Stream
Up and at em
another cold mountain morning,
the coffee not yet ready
and the day seems
long for the first
few hours.
Belief in what you're doing;
a fault in the system,
and ne...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Nov 2008 17:36:00 GMT |
The Winding |
The winding
Speculating, on time,
in times hands,
thinking about the way
the clock hangs
on the wall,
and wondering
what it all means.
Stepping on well worn paths
seeing things
for the...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Nov 2008 15:42:00 GMT |
Everlasting |
Everlasting
In many blinks of the eyes,
and in the strangeness
of regular days,
I sit alone
in sour contemplations.
The insight of
exaggerated thought
tingles tightly down
the center ...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 21:45:00 GMT |
Courage |
Courage
Sitting alone, early morning
and in the right frame of mind,
willing to take steps forward,
he sits contemplative,
yet perplexed.
He has the means but not
the momentum,
always b...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Nov 2008 14:23:00 GMT |
Salt |
Salt
In the easy morning hours
of another everyday,
she is unwilling
in movement,
of the passing time,
onwards,
through the ambitions
of life.
Statuesque, in a fountain
without water,
...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Nov 2008 18:28:00 GMT |
The Trip |
The Trip
And the excitement left me,
as I sunk down in my seat
that low down feeling;
the trip being canceled,
just hours before departure.
The wanting of the city,
to feel that heavy a...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Nov 2008 18:49:00 GMT |
