Covered

From within a well
of sweltering rage
I find my rhythm to
fly, feel, flow
forward.
I race up
but still
I falter,
sinking
down.

Trapped under
a blanket of despair
holding me in darkness
yet keeping iciness
at bay,
my soul is protected
from the frigid waters
of
indifference.

Painted Turtle

pausing
you rest upon
the damp,gray log
warming in
the sun
raising your head
sharing your serenity
open to my
gaze
but still
hidden
across the bog
beneath your shell

Our life

When the rain is falling
and the stones are wet

If the streets are crowded
with uneven squares

As the laces drag
off the edge
of my shoes

In the darkness
before the alarm

Pressing into sheets
enriched with your
scent

In the stillness before
first breath

I am held
by our life
together

We are held
together
by our life

Mother's Sorrow

Streaming from
eyes
remembering,
reliving

peace,
a wish
a hope
a dream

arms wrapped
soft lips pressed
to forehead
just once
more

part of me
gone from
seeking fingers
living in
my
soul

Unknowing

vacationing from myself
amidst the tangled pines
I found
an answer

soft brown needles littered
the earth
stripes of pale
pink
held my hands

frozen as the sun
fell from
my sky
I stood
head bent
breath held

knowing
entered parted
lips
and washed through
filling
spiraling downward
pushed back by
hesitation
rising up

free again
shaking off
my embrace
to flow
between shadowy branches
and midnight mist

and blowing away
on the evening
breeze
leaving me
perched on
uncertainty

Fragile Strength

Beneath dreams of feathered wings
Amid  hopes of shiny grandeur
Behind a shell of porcelain
encasing her mind,
small droplets gather.

Built upon by words unspoken
unbroken in spirit, free to roam
engulfed in thoughts alive with breath
standing on triumphs
perceived in repose


Sliding past skin lined with laughter
ever faster downward path
seeping in cracks slowly widening
burned by steaming fears
smoldering with devotion

Seeking Serenity

rounding the bend
my inner fragile girl
thrilled to the sound

peepers sliding up
through the mud
rejoicing in a frenzied
but even
rhythm
I could just barely
blink along
and my breath
could only
play low
accompanying chords
in answer
and still
a dream washed over me
cleansing
worries


Rounding the bend
curved wood dressed
stream
feeding their
spring mud
rang vigorously
singing along
silently
promising
cool
mists
quenching my
injured spirit

and then...
your rumbling motor
invaded my reverie
just as
I sensed
a serene
path ...

your squawking
request for direction
robbed
me of
mine