return
22 February 2014
Wooden pier,
leads out into the sea,
so far that I could almost forget,
where I came from, and even who I used to be.
But, like all journeys, one must return,
to some place, some time, and
remember.
unspoken
22 February 2014
Love me,
words unspoken,
except through the soul’s eyes,
without touch, and yet touching all
within.
like clouds
22 February 2014
Your body, like clouds,
endlessly changing beauty,
waiting to be discovered.
windsong’s whisper
22 February 2014
All
listen to
the windsong’s whisper.
Fewer, still understand its
voice.
katauta
22 February 2014
Your hair, a brush, love
Expressed in one hundred strokes,
In tenderness, in silence.
reunion
22 February 2014
These trees
still welcome me,
like brothers, or old friends,
reliving how it used to be
back when.
under advisement
22 February 2014
The Sunday Whirl
(eggs, trust, test, not, high, course, peep,
mug, trial, form, bring, blown, stick)
test dark water, barefoot,
trust not women, dice, nor cards,
trial-sized dreams are convenient,
bring eggs to toss at bards.
ration words, like can’t, no, not,
fill mugs until they overflow,
form opinions more slowly than you speak,
don’t always chase where winds have blown.
stick to telling only what you know,
if it looks cute and peeps, it still can bite,
and of course, the wisest person by far,
knows how highly to think on advice.
last words
22 February 2014
(for mom)
I don’t remember
what we talked about,
alone in her room,
her and I.
I just remember
the last words we said,
were “I love you” and
“Goodbye”.
Purple's Platitudes 