Visiting HoursThe orange jumpsuit really didn't suit her complexion. But, then, they're not exactly intended to be fashion statements. The slow steps with which she moved, her lank hair and sunken cheeks weren't her either.I frowned as she took a seat across from me, "What were you thinking?" I tried to sound curious instead of judgmental.I needn't have tried. She simply lifted a shoulder listlessly, dismissing my question. "Nothing, really."Her appearance already had me so shaken, her attitude disturbed me even more, "Then why?"She lifted her eyes to meet mine, and there was such pain in their blue gray depths, so much strain that had pushed her to the breaking point, I had to look away. Shame that I hadn't seen her pain sooner filled me. Could I have helped? I had no way of knowing, but I wished I'd been able to try.Her quiet voice emphasized the hopelessness of her response, "What's it matter?"
Days 15 and 16Day 15Didn'tBroken windowIncriminating batGuilty lookAnd grass stained clothesYou glare and you yellGoing on aboutResponsibilityPlaying where stuffWon't get brokenBut, I said beforeAnd I'll say again,I DIDN'T DO IT!Day 16Stay A WhileAlways before, when I was afraid orMelancholy, you would hold my hand.I knew everything would be alright.Danger couldn't touch me, IRemember. And I rememberEverything stoppedAnd I forgot to breathe, hearing you wereMortal, like me. And you were gone.I sense your comforting presence,Nestled in your arms, everything'sGoing to be alright.
Thanks, LadyWelcome glimpsesIn the spring,Lakes of colorsDancing on the roadsideFlowing in the breeze.Lady Bird Johnson's legacyOffers this treat,Welcoming to our gazeEvery year,Returning for a distressinglyShort, but beautiful time.
Broken VowDaring the fates,Only you would make such a promiseNever one to fear what may lie ahead"There is nothing that will take me away."Gone now, despite your vow,Oblivion has taken you.
In the ShadowsWhere you fear the dark,I find it a lark.When your eyes cannot see,You will try hard to flee.Your desp'rate flight will be short,I will have the last retort.
NaPoWriMo Catch upReach (Day 9)Grand goalsTerrifyingly out of reach,Causing a paralyticLack of action.Break it down,Bit by bitIt can be done.Opinion (Day 10)Poison dribbleStaining the airOr inspirational blessingsIlluminating the dark.It could be eitherOr anything in between All dependingOn yourOpinion.Poison(Day 11>The snakeHissing into the earVenom drippingInto the brainDissolving synapsesUntil the mindIs the shapeThe whispererDesires.
Mabonthere are dead leavessprouting from her amber spine,reaching with child-fingersto devour the sun.her skin is freezing,seeping winter throughnovember pores.seeking warmth,the whiskey tonguesof godless boyswish to decipherthe atlas of her thighs.counting the sleepy firefliesalight in her lungs- there iswanderlust churning & warmingher frostbitten heartstrings.swinging pendulum hips,"I am the tease of autumn flames.I breathe in mint sunsets,& gasoline dreams."
FlightFeathers splashing against the coral-blue sky,An open palm of clouds, bleeding daybreak and sunsetsThat ebb into diamond speckled shadows.
StarchildI rose from a star's gravean infant drifting in the endless seano milky way to feed onI suckled on dark energyAnti-matter in my veinsblack eyes full of crackling lightno understanding what this place or time wasmy soul a spatial riftEons pass, I pass a planetwith inviting life and sunnature sees and quivers,the only mother I've ever knownrepulsed by what she's created,snuffs the candle,a star explodesI ride the supernova to another distant shore
Dreaming Of The SeasonsLostIn the windThat carries even the coldest frost,Chilled outside, and yet also within.HereSo closeBut still so far awayThe feeling that leaves me waiting for another day.FoundThe warmthIs here again with the soft breezeThat leaves me flying through the air.RunI slip awayOh so slowly,Leaving that strange familiar feelingOf cold in the air.
stone daffodilslonely murmur tendrilsbraid quiet paths so thick along the lichenfalling dusk only colors the breezetrapped deep in rooted secretspoetry breathes a rustled song the lost can heartossed across winter gardensblooming stone daffodils
Cherry BlossomsPaper thin petalsPink with puppy loveBlow with a gentle breezeLeaving subtle sweetnessIn the air behind
Retraction of ChlorophyllLonger nights, and shorter days,Sinking towards the horizon,the sun stretches itself againstpulsating veins retractingfrom margins to petioleto stems unmasking green from orange to gold, to vermilion
Exhale, AmaryllisMid-summer heatwave,I push through humid air,like dreams of swimming, graceful,through the streets. Chest aching, Iinhale heavy, tangible airthick with scent of summer's bounty.Honeysuckle vines tangle in my lungs, perfume my breath.My sighs exhale nectarpast my lips;words glint in sunlight.Berry brambles twist into my veins,thorns prick for blood from inside-out;honey-suckle oxidized breath,painting white blossoms red:My heart was a pure-white bloom once,but I inhaled arrows of golden sunlightand bled forth Amaryllis.
a town in oklahomaa tornado ripped us in half last night eight of us dead, thirty missing(all that means is they havent found the bodies yet) volunteers and dogs search the rubble of what were homes yesterday today, nothings left but mud-splattered pieces of which littlewill be salvaged except by the looters when those we love die, one can find no energy to sort through broken trinkets spread across soggy fields, hanging in whats left &
Bright ShadowBright shadow,Edged in goldAnd green.The entire cycleIn one simple view.