Poet’s words keep us
safe to cope with disaster.
Shelter from the storm.
It is quiet now
just like the morning after
or the day before.
It’s the bright moments
when we laughed, he pulled me close
that I miss the most.
Blue ink is my blood
My pen the soul’s instrument
Joining all lost hearts.
I thought he adored
everything about me.
Apparently not.
Birds outside awake
chattering without a care
Ignorance is bliss
Dublin speaks loudly
then sings a sweet melody
of love, lost and found.
I’m nineteen inside
Surprised by my reflection
Grateful for my soul.
The world fabric
lies in the invisible
woven illusions.
The hummingbird
buzz bombs the azalea
then whizzes back home.
Spring flowers tease me
Renewal is their promise
But I see winter.
Breathless wind arrives
ready to assist the leaf
In its need to move.
Miracles are dreams,
Outcomes that defy sense
And prove there is more.
Pierced by lone needle
Phillip Seymor Hoffman died
Do you wonder why?
There is good and evil.
Light and dark forces abound.
Light reveals all.
My garden bursts Spring
birds racing to life’s party
Hummingbirds dance on.
Writers live in words
write ideas, prodding why.
We press on the void.
Krista, like a prism
Fractured specks of light explode
In shards of goodness.
Two years too long now
I cant make a meatball bounce
Or crazy be sane.
Even without sun’s warmth
The yard birds chant their love songs
And now so must I.
The gang came to play
And it all went swimmingly
Until it didn’t.
Where are the sweet peas
who climbed hugged, grabbed and loved me?
Ones who smelled like Spring?
Women who love are
pinned between unbearable
rocks and a no place.
Love should be the cure
for all of life’s agonies.
Not the malady
To Pancake, my dog:
Her grayness lies soft
Waiting there for my next move
Devoted beneath me
Deep rumbling snores
She lies beside me all night
Guarding me in dreams
Pancake is her name
More bunny-like than puppy
She hop runs to me
The sun is asleep
As I pen to her snoring song
Music to my ears.
Panting at the door
She’s my only Valentine
Pancake is all love.
Snore, snort, grunt rumble
Sweet sleeping puppy so dear
My fierce protector.