Poetry

sometimes i wish i could forget everyone i ever met

and lie down on my back in the ocean

only feel the noiseless miles between my toes

minnows kissing my skin

and nothing else

Time when the sun has brushed --

Only the crests of great waves,

A grey stillness approaches from the east --

Advancing gently.

Across the world we All prepare for nightfall,

I asked my friend

For a poem idea 

She said 

Write a poem about sewer rats

So this is my poem about rats

Squeak

Squeak

Scurrying through the city 

Is it really so hard to just be nice to people? 

Why is it us versus them? 

What makes "them" different? 

"Worse" 

We are all human, 

all trying to get through our day. 

Splish

Splash

In comes the arrival of mud season

Soaking into the ground

Helping the plants just barely beneath the Earth

Drip 

Drop

Precipitation sliding down the windows

Spring 

is more than a season

it lingers in what you feel,

see, taste, smell, hear.

Spring is a sensation, 

a quiet awakening

from the brutal sting 

of winter. 

As  a child

she would sit alone

always watching the others

playing the day away

while she never had the confidence

I wish I had known you when we were younger

With our sun-kissed cheeks and lopsided grins

When we were filled with joy and mindless wonder

At summer church camp singing off-tune hymns

the princess wore her crown
but it felt heavy like iron pressing on her chest
she was told she was beautiful every day
but the words passed through her like wind over glass
she smiled for others

they speak of love as if it is a language written into the marrow of existence

a sacred inevitability stitched into breath and bone

you will feel it one day they promise

a filament of silver breath stretches beneath my feet
thin as a whispered promise and just as easy to lose
keep going you must not look down
but what if down is the only truth and up is the illusion i cling to

“You don’t like who you are?

You don’t have to be her anymore”

Her brown eyes

wide

and the sparkle went out

And ships sailed

To and from the port and

Her brown eyes were

red