Particles in Time (micropoetry)
we walk for fifty years
lost in the ice domes
of this forsaken land
~
the Queen
sat high
on a throne
of clear glass tears
~
carved wood—
love letters written
before the dawn of time
~
moon dust
moon walks—
a lonely planet
for far off thoughts
~
a ring around—
the ebony stones draw in
our secret thoughts
~
living by the water
stepping out the sea—
After Hearing the Rain
wet
with the dew
of a heavy rain—
the scent of ozone
lingering still
*
a bird cries
somewhere in a nest—
her shattered child
*
the gate has opened—
I walk through
looking for salvation
*
these are the souls
who wander
the desolate streets—
I search their eyes
they do not see
*
in the street
after a heavy rain—
a moment of heat
*
The City
buildings
corrupted in the dark
mixed with the light
of strangers
*
hurried feet
step by step on pavement—
and the dirt is deep
as little by little
they mark their souls
*
organism of souls
who have their moment
and sink back down
to dark oblivion
*
steam in the streets
with century old pipes bursting—
dreams of the riders
new as the city is old
*
dark and still
the buildings watch
Lullaby
Another Day
far at sea
in the violent turn
of the waves and silence—
and out there somewhere
the shores of home
*
images
built in mist—
footprints
on the journey home
*
winds
and roots torn up—
covered in the dress
of a fallen queen
*
one blow
and then I’m down—
fallen to
the lightless depths
between the now
of life and eternity
*
one and then
the other—
sinking like Cleopatra
Carry Me Home
rays melt
into the blue light
of another heaven
*
wind washed
water melts anew
on the blue horizon
*
birds
of another day
have joined
for morning prayers
*
looking east
the pages turn
to the wind
where all the blind
begin to see
*
jigsaw night
among the red and blue—
once more I'm
back together again
*
sometimes dead as sin—
reborn for another day
