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

Aha

Upon the path to getting there
I'm up and down and
here and there and
often find that I don't care
enough

to take the mess you will unload
you speak
and then my head explodes
red hot with sparks
and no one knows
they'll sizzle
on
your dewy skin
and burn a hole
and let me
in
to see past
insecurity
to know
that you
are just
like
me

Aha!

Earth Hour 2011 Official video

Conviction

Wondering if
maybe
the twist
in my gut
is...
real.

Should I be
making
plans to
act on
these
convictions?

Who
cares
if
I
weep
for the
withering rose
wilting
on the
vine?

Big
deal
if I
gasp
at the flashing
image of
hungry
children
and
caged puppies?

What I feel
can fill
my soul,
but
it
won't
heal
gaping
wounds.


Gnawing
unease
strangles
my
breath.

Should I
stand
and shake
off
this
vice
of apathy
for all
of us?

And if
I should
do I
have enough
courage
to
raise a
clenched
fist
and
shout
as
loudly
as
I must?

If I
climb over
this
brown
muddy
earth

and scale the hillside
under a new day
will I find you
beside me

or
will
I
stand
alone?

I will take the nightwatch.

weary world
be still
rest a bit
I'll be here
when you wake

your face is lined
with the effort
of the burdens
you must
endure

your hands
they shake
from the toil

your feet
they crack
and bleed
upon the cliffs
you scale

relax your brow
let the darkness
fall
around you

put down
your tools
your weapons
your wares

I will take the night watch

soak your feet
in warm
southern seas

wrap yourself
in velvety
peace

let the song
of your
turmoil
slow
to
lullaby

sleep
dream of
tomorrow's
dawning joy.