spring 2019

religion

will not be contained within letters

it will not even be contained within me

religion                                       

in itself                            

can become containment if we allow it to be                     

       I've become a hollow religion                       

seeking the sanctity of hallowed ground                

I'm becoming an empty container

thinking that what I was meant to hold will save me

               stagnant

                            remnants

                                          cling to my walls

I hoard them jealously                                                                         

and don't understand                                                     

perhaps I did once

maybe I never have

SurRouNd

when I was young
Colors had Faces
letters had genDers
And spoons
Never got along with the forks

now
Now my emotions
Have feelings too
And when my pen
spills out
numbers
they tell me their life stories

4
Is my favorite number
Because she knows what it is like
To be told who she is
And 9
Will always be my CAMpfire villain
My water bottle Is a she
And she
Does not much care for tulips or birds
My pillow
Is a diVa
Who never gets her way

Months are Never just Days
days
Are slightly more than just dates
And when I spell out their names
Their letters greet each other i n d i v i d u a l l y
Before becoming the word as a whole

So

sO
So

So who am I to say I am never Alone
When every pEtal on my bedspread
Never Fails
To welcome me home

this is not the haiku you are looking for: a Tanka of glass

Sun rattles the leaves

Reaching me behind the glass

I become the chill

In the room and it warms me

Far deeper than the sun could

Artist's Soul

I do Not own
my Artist soul
because that would mean
She does what i want

no One owns
my artist Soul
and not even she
can decide what to think

but we are Grateful
to Be together
for I Anchor
her wanderings 
a n d she
loose ns the Bond
that tethers us Both
to mereLY Existing

Graveyard- Writing Experiment

A graveyard.

A tombstone.

A crow.

Death. Memory. Life.

Mist. Curling, swirling mist. Laughing, whispering. Come come come. 

Rustling. Swaying. Leaves grass flowers bugs bees spiders trees. Creeping crawling fluttering flying.

Rolling, sliding, glassy, smooth. Rough, jagged, worn.

Figures.

Shadows.

Laughter.

Grief. Absence.

madness

Walk, glide, run, sprint, hop skip.

st o p

b r ea th e

live 

die

questions answers pain joy loss hurt

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