Paging Through the Book

 
First Chapter – captured in black and white
     Second Chapter – faded hues of Polaroid
           Third Chapter – a soap opera on color television

Fourth Chapter – awaiting the reviews of critics

 

Published in: on July 13, 2013 at 7:27 pm  Leave a Comment  
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A Chill in the Air

On Tuesday you cried

upon my shoulder,

trusting Jesus to save

your soul.

On Friday you played

the entertainer, making light

of fearful faces in the room.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

You danced in the face of death,

a can of beer in your hand.

But morning came with raindrops,

in your bed you would remain.

You communicated in silence,

lids weighted with eternal sleep.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

We ate brownies topped

with ice cream, while the lesbian

hugged the Catholic and God’s

Spirit sweetly smiled.

We laughed through tears

as we remembered; said

our prayers to fill the void.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

I said goodbye on Thursday,

and left roses in the snow.

Creativity can …

Creativity can be messy at times. I guess that’s why children can be so creative. They don’t mind getting messy in the process.

 – just a little thought inspired by a blog I wrote today called “Does a Blank Page Unnerve You?”

Published in: on June 18, 2013 at 8:45 am  Leave a Comment  
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The Clichés of Chick Flicks

oil and water
polarized
irritants
under the skin

back to back
stiff shouldered
defiance

anger’s passion
bursts into flame
consuming walls
of separation

melting away
divisions
igniting
love’s fire

sealed with a kiss

always meant
to be

same old story
same old lie

The Contender

Surly scent of testosterone

muscles it way to the fore,

Daring all challengers to

break his hold and throw

him to the floor.

 

Sweet perfume and downcast

eyes, a strand of gentle curl,

the slightest tilting of the head

and iron fists unfurl.

 

Parting lips which breathe

a sigh; his head begins

to swim. An upward glance,

a gentle touch; knees

buckle under him.

 

Strength of gentle femininity,

uncalculated power,

caves the strength of any man,

causes massive bulk to cower.

 

Fragility it may appear to be,

but in the slight of frame

does belie the truth of life –

was from Woman that you came.

 

{Inspired by     somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond  by E. E. Cummings}

In Faith

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In Faith

empty chalice of flesh

set on heaven’s table

expectant of the pour

Published in: on July 14, 2012 at 8:48 pm  Comments (2)  
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Only Skin Deep

dermis cells of clay

marinated in

the drippings of birth

the sweetness of love

the poison of hate

the bitter taste of death

fully soaked in the varied flavors of life

Published in: on May 26, 2012 at 5:14 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Dermis Cells of Clay

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Sad eyes of faces from the past set in weathered skin of aging brick

heat of summer bakes urban soot into the dermis cells of clay

harsh cold of winter winds causes huddled forms to shudder

set aside from usefulness, removed from active life

Published in: on May 26, 2012 at 4:58 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Immobile

Weighty anchor of Fear

             halts life’s progress

                    hangs on rigid chain

                                         called Dread

Published in: on February 2, 2012 at 6:43 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Serendipitous Seeking

sojourning soul singing solo song

seeks solitary shadow sounding

sympathetic serenades

 

singular sight sees serendipitously

searching…

so steady

so sure

Published in: on January 14, 2012 at 9:05 pm  Leave a Comment  
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