reflecting my Father brings light to the darken glass mirroring His love will be my home pass
the tender curls of the leaves bring the gardener to his knees to touch the softness, stroking it… it’s not time dear to go into hidi… stay and splay your beauty more
you know the softness just before… it turns to darkness before the li… so, one doesn’t like purple but pi… as if the flower petal just fell f… you see the light at the end, you…
no going around the bush here picking the posies to expose the bleeding tears - sear with the hot rung a rose left dripping with the memories
gentle caress of the lavenders radiance on the breeze’s soft skin –aspire the artist to
the skin of the fruit peels the silver wrapper off of the kiss, as i place in your mouth —the melting seeds
the self sabotaging squirrel planting trees with in trees destroying his own dwelling or constructing his future weakening the trees bring bugs
making one gear smaller to slow the time can make it holler will the other hear the sound of the dollar
abstract paint i did again after many years gone by forgot the feeling of the strokes mixing of hews to blend much like poetry, never seeing
the whole house was going to town blinking in timed segments dazzling
a funny thing about poetry is that you can paint any mask with color and hue, of your choosi… weather belief or doubt or dare will some times make you stare
turning the faucet on and asking for something and out it pours, free flowing and full of color, abstract for the eye to see
taking life as a child with ease of wonder dropping the emotions that life bestows will start the healing
the land stars blink and rise under the pale pink sky singing as they dance to the tune of each others hearts
as it’s moisture fills the cracks… my lips, and i slowly draw my hand from my hips to appeal to it the bliss of the pure essence delivered from such a small burst