Emma's Day...

Today the children marched
Down grand avenues in the seat of power
And it seemed that with each step
They grew younger in years and old in wisdom

The tenderness of their years, the depth of fears
The wet-eyed smile in the face of harsh wind
Brought the power from within,
it is within all
To reach for a perfection of time and spirit
When we connect with the self and with the other
When we finally see, the space between us
Is the place of peace, and the warm embrace of Love

The story in her eyes...

...began with a fluttered lash
as a mote of dust filled the scope of vision
a speck that clouded a dream...
the story wandered nomad like but with certainty
it meandered told like a slow river
then rushed downhill and leapt
cobbled time and gathered air
into a foam and luxury.
Gained tempo from urging winds, surged
swiftly and ran to the mouth of land
where it gently opened to kiss the sea.

All along the shore line
across smooth rocks and sanded bottom land
wherever it touched, the story
left a trace, life's precious crumbs
that I could follow, home.

The snows of March...

... they fly to ground
riding gusts, they dress tree limbs,
and coat the world in a cotton-like fluff.
Then lying soft and gentle as winds and fall subside
The muffled quiet it brings, rises to swallow
background sound, in the ebbing
of snow's ride from cloud to swirl

It clings so tenderly and complete
it is as if it knows the chased tick-tock
towards tomorrow's warmth

I watch and an eager feather covers my lash
as a once and unique snowflake
dissolves into a common drop of rain

I speak a thought to the snows of March
"Hold tight, you will not be here very long..."

I feel that sly and knowing smile rise then fade away
as I realize thus and slowly, the snows
have whispered quietly this very same thing
to me

a deadly silence

There was a joyful noise in Tallahassee
echoes across marble halls- never again !

It hovers above the deadly silence--

The silence at the newly formed islands

Soft, new ground, holder of love and fresh tears

I saw a young mother, all alone

kneeling in the garden of stone

her eyes tied to moistened ground  

beneath her gaze  a tended mound

held a precious piece of her heart

There was a deadly silence

In the halls of justice, domains of democracy
 A chilling silence more deadly

Than the report of yesterday’s toll...

It is the deadly silence that tolls

On our precious tomorrow

There was a joyful noise in Tallahassee

When grieving raises its voice, and life

Demands its day

winter-ku 2

birds on  the phone wires-
a cat passes the feeder...
shivering calls

 remembering...
grandpa's old shovel
resting neath fresh fallen snow

blowing dust--
from an old cereal box ...
thoughts of hungry sparrows

The taxing of the tRUMP

Such callous fakery they legislate

A tangled web- taxation by deceits,

No voice, no choice, we must incorporate.

An act that ties hands, and limits chance to fate

It’d be felony, done with guns on city streets

Such callous fakery they legislate

 unkind to living kind unless wealth’s great

it’s the LEGAL LIVES that thrive in this clique  

No voice, no choice, we must incorporate!

As its richest clamor and will not wait

Its poor must swallow a bitter defeat

Such callous fakery they legislate

To survive, we adapt and participate

As heedless hogs at trough gorge and repeat

No voice, no choice, we must Incorporate

Some claim it’s re-making us to be great

A sad, unseemly bow to mere conceit

Such callous fakery they legislate

No voice, no choice, we must Incorporate!

precipice of loving

Shower steam steals my sly glance
her eyes locked to the tasks, do not regard
my  smile as it  grows and glows

I pass to leave her to ritual; tinkles of glass
and counter tap-taps like distant tympani's
to a soft symphony of gathering moods and sounds

As I rest  in a chair staring into my thoughts
drifting away from the precipice of loving
I ride a tide of Miles and memories
and my body begins to speak its ease

so accustomed  to this prelude to joy
time slows into candied bites, and mind flash
i see through a  prism of skin and sensation...

She flows into the dim light,
my eyes and the warm room caress
the blossom of her breasts and
the bloom of her swaying hips

this soft silhouette, wings open
the spirit within rises to flight, my Lover
fills this  night, wearing only her love
and the need for more and more love