(2013)
#Bridge #BrightBridge #Girl #Mind #Steel #TankaWall
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils