Oh, cheerful face!
How dare you be so defiant
as to smile on a cloudy day,
and that you dreamed of more,
is a preposterous venture!
But, what was that?
You’ve bloomed,
here,
mid-December,
and proved us all wrong!
Poetry
Clouds abound
A face formed in the sky
Above a season of stillness
Even the trees wept
With hollow cries
From decrepit leaves
Only the solstice
Could breathe fresh life
Into the eyes of the sky
My foolish heart
My heart is made foolish
Feeble and young,
Made to be
Any form you imagine
For like soft red clay
Sticking to my ankles
As I laze on the river bed
You roll me over
Back and forth
Your fingers my judge
My artist and my muse
My savior.
A heart made foolish
Composed of hope
And dreams
Baked sturdy and strong
By days in
Your unrelenting sun
Heightened expectations
Heightened expectations
Can have such a gravity
As to cause an internal calamity
Within a heavy heart.
Because from the very start
I had heard over and over
The words that were driving me
To the very brink of insanity.
Falling in the night
I saw a beam of sun wink at me
Before it crashed full force
Into the petal of a flower
Bursting with deep blue veins
And with this solar warmth
Exudes a fragrance
So sweet
We became intoxicated
And threw around heavy words
And forgot to guard the walls we had built
And so they fell
As we fell with the sunshine
And became drunk with love deep into the night
In the royal garden
I hear a rhapsody,
of god’s voice
in the hum
of the afternoon cicada
I see the reflection
of a vast sky
and a vaster god
in the lotus pond
A house in the forest
A house
bathed in green
taken under
by a forest
full of ire.
A house bathed green
left to the devices
of wood nymphs,
falling piece by piece
to the hungry jungle floor.
A Poetic Voyage 