Hope sings brightly
As dawn’s kiss warms eastern sky
Brighter morning comes
AprilJoy
4/2/2020
GloPoWriMo/NaPoWriMo
[4.2.2020.1]
30 poems in 30 days
[4.1.2020.1]
a snake coiled tight
turning all a foggy grey
fear grips the whole world
AprilJoy
4/1/2020
covid….
napowrimo 2020
RA Flare
Oh the full moon
this morning with the clouds
has a beautiful face
Where is the prednisone
why in the hell
did they put a childproof lid
on my freaking prednisone
Oh the coffee
smells heavenly
the creamy goodness is incredible
well hell
Broke another mug
shit I should have known it was too heavy
I guess it’s a plastic cup
kind of day
Oh thank you Kitty love
I love the way
your purrs make me smile
No don’t
not there
oh please
no no no
Sorry I scared you…
Didn’t mean to scream
Oh the peace of the morning
Sitting in the peaceful fog
windchimes sing
What, the oxy has childproof too
and even the dog’s tramadol
Someone get this knife
out of my shoulder
or get me a hammer
too much to do
got to get through
Attitude determines altitude
I can do this
I have to do this
I have to do this
I won’t puke
Find the center breathe
I think I can
I think I can
sigh
Freaks
I hear the jeering taunts
that echo
from my childhood
from my cell mates
from my brain
I hear the voices calling
and I know
their reality
and
their lies
<<< April 3, 2015 >>>
Spring Dawn
One cup of coffee
never enough
but just enough
to greet the day
Gently nurse the morning
as full moon sinks
slowly below
the edge of trees
Here I sit
in the silence
incredibly loud
seeping in to empty my brain
Coffee and silence
fills all of the spaces
and seeps in
to ease the soul
Morning chill
warms all it touches
as spring dawn
greets the day
Sometimes it is enough
sometimes
it is enough
simply
to spoon the foam
from the cappuccino of life
to savor the texture
of the smooth
creamy
fubbles
and dance
with the bubble
on your tongue
Reflections on the Twins
They dance
They prance
they climb, panties high, on the buffet
they throw their shoes
and hairbrush
and insults
at the waiter
they preach
they screech
manners in a modern world
parents look on
bored
approving
not a word
not a look
engrossed in
their own display
of dismissal
snap your fingers,
People
like being treated
less than human
I’m sure
it will get you
waited on
and laughed at later
flies and honey?
you attract more flies
with the swat
of the Wallstreet Journal
than by any
passing show of respect
adventure…
I went for a walk
alone with me
this morning
not far
not even around the block
and yet
the simple act
of venturing forth
alone
made all the diference
In Perfection
In perfection
imperfection
in the flawless
the flaw
I sit back into the lap
of the stone
that cradles us all
and touch the sound
of the wind
walk with me
my unmet friend
not my walk
no
that would be wrong
just
together apart
but let our paths
gently touch
smell the ideas
that grow in the between
as the beauty that
we can be
becomes
and
in the smelling
of the shared peace
know
Shaded
I watched him ride
That mother’s son
alone
in the quiet city
the not quite streets of dawn
Up and down
and back and forth
alone
he rode
slowly
side to side
I watched him
that mother’s son
on his bike
in the not quite dawn
stop
bend
check the discarded Marlboro pack
Discarded? maybe, just maybe
there would be one left?
dropped not tossed
no
on again
I watched him
and I silently wished
I could reach out
and help
but
in his aloneness
he shut out
everyone
and everything
but the silent ride
on the lonely bike
nothing to protect him
from the
cold
of the city
that mother’s son
alone
I wanted to offer him
not smokes
I don’t
but a dollar
all the cash on hand
to maybe help
just a little
to the mother’s son
alone
in the shadows
of the not dawn city
living
in the shade
of the unreal
real world
a step beyond
lonely
and alone
this mother’s son.
Clandestine Writing... 