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

Un-Breaking

The young poet gazed at the ancient face
the Moon took no notice, although
she made an exception to the clouded night
and shone brightly to shred cover to gauze.

Inspired by the moon-showered night,
where the near orb suspends
against a sea of eternal jewels- the young poet
wrote small words that carried an enormity
-a moment that overwhelmed her breath.

Then she gathered- unbreaking her cut glass heart-
small notions and tinkling moon beams
to soothe the lonely syllables, and join them
on a string of boundless love

res publica

The pale and wantful look shook me from sleep,
the public incarnate, a troubled beast;
its needy and baleful sounds make me weep.

The deadly hunt in slow but ceaseless sweep
deceivers, caught by friends it feared the least;
the pale and wantful look shook me from sleep.

No sanctuary found, where shadows creep
beneath the cross, greed is still High Priest;
its needy and baleful sounds make me weep

In precious palms a destiny of truth to keep
an hopeful face to dawn’s crawl from the east
the pale and wantful look shook me from sleep.

Hidden on dark roof tops, a tragic leap
delivered to capture, hoist on falsities.
Its needy and baleful sounds make me weep.

In pitch it fell, a numb and blinded heap,
Aswirl in chaos, and mocked by foes at feast
the pale and wantful look shook me from sleep
Its needy and baleful sounds make me weep.

Villanelle No. 23

Through distance, though you are far, far away
I hold you close in vivid memories
I smiled as I heard your laughter today

T’was a passing moment I’d wished would stay
The kind that lift spirit to peace and ease
Through distance, though you are far, far away

An image – my hand, sand, a windy day
As I fold to hold it, you watch me squeeze…
I smiled as I heard your laughter today

Like droplets of sunlight piercing the gray
Warm rise fills the eyes, so likely to please
Through distance, though you are far, far away

in mumbled sounds and soft touches, we pray
a certain gratitude to mysteries
I smiled as I heard your laughter today

As I let thoughts wander, and mind at play
Idly speak your name, and breathe wistfully
Through distance, though you are far, far away
I smiled as I heard your laughter today