prisons and accolades

I go back to my poetry

rehearse those words-

Remembering 

who it is I am 

I'm inside those lines

diamond mines, I hope.

if you love them, you love me

those words are my best moments

my worst days 

my prisons and accolades 

I'm lost and far-afield at times

simply dazed and undermined 

filtering the barterworld

barraged and falter-find

My own words remind

pen and paper/ tie that binds

rock of ages, scribbled pages 

I hold on with steeltight grip 

the Truth, like springtime 

hard to find

even harder to remain

I in you ~ you in me

scrubbing out my

orphan stains

Sharps

My thoughts are ringlets
separate and smoky
-this twining toxicity-
delicate, obscure brutality

don't send me in there
alone
I can't face my
sister's bones

I look at photographs
of my pastel past
but can't forget the barbed-wire words
coming like echoes
through these bloody halls

I saw hell
inside those walls

Can you really
raise the dead?
ghosts of yesterday
haunt my head

I sleep on dust-
my desert bed
but I've heard whispers
of wine and bread

blooming trees!
green, greener, greenest
redemption
for things lost
(long ago)

Can you really heal me?

Here I am.
fragments
at your feet

Joy

i will be your somersaulter
morning time
colder water

my clothes are damp
from dew and delight
choosing joy
choosing life

silver slivers
sunlit shivers
running paths and
rolling rivers

I will not be forgot!

giddy thoughts
hidden spots
slipping on the mossy rocks

I cannot be lost!

Heavy breath
sun and sweat

this work is never toil

my hands bleed. bruises
and scraped knees
dirt in fingernails
moss in my hair

i will carve out
a path
in this wilderness

i will set these stones

i will sing the sorrow
straight out of your heart
i will make this place
a home 

the sun always rises. spring always returns.

the long grass
is golden still
the branches are barren
but lovely still

winter's wind swept
the thunder of summer
into my journal
and slammed it closed

the glory of fall
it banished
to my paintings
and photographs

it's cold
but life remains
resting in those tree trunks
dancing in my
baby sister's eyes

winter may have it's moment
but I know a man
with Springtime in his blood

 

take me away

I don't want to feel it anymore
pack up my boxes
and lock my door

maybe there's a mountain
a thousand miles away
with healing in it's silence
and safety from this ache

there I could dwell
old cabin- young breeze
perhaps I could forget myself
wander thru the trees

there I will slowly
slip off to sleep
rest under mountain stone
lost in the deep

in the cave

i don't have answers
no words for the sorrow
no way to tell you of
my heartache

i was never good at lies
i can't look you in the eyes

you expect my sudden smile
my words and thoughts, running wild
you remember summer's child

my silence makes you wonder
i feel you press
you are ready for my thunder
but not my death

but i was never good at lies
i can't look you in the eyes

i'll come out of this cave,
i swear
run the pine paths
drink the air

shout my songs to shake the sky!
i will look you in the eyes

Death Comes Softly

I feel winter in the air
death comes quietly
not thunder and roar
but the soft sound
of a closing door

How could the earth keep spinning
the sun burning on?
at least the leaves have fallen
the gold and glory gone

And the sky cries
because I
cannot