Living Veil

A tapestry, of my life, woven of sorrows,desires, chance, and God’s truths.Individually threaded by many hands bothknown and unknown.Patterns weaved with wool, cotton andsilk fibers into many shapes withworn seasons distinctive and tender.Harsh years where dyes faded andunknown shadows mystifyingly emerged.Tints of indigo and sapphire were ablazewhere fulfilled durations of time existed.Skies met untainted lands … Continue reading Living Veil

Toxic Dreams

Floating leisurely in a sailing, solar-powered glass ballSearching intently for life over the harsh endless sprawl. Beneath me fine dust and a limb from a long-ago burnt tree,I was becoming frightened as my ball was close to the sea. Although colorless sulfur dioxide was surrounding me,The clean air in my bubble came with a cost; … Continue reading Toxic Dreams

Disconnected

Lonely spaces dwell even amongst the crowded People dialogue without truth, emotion or love Sieged by countless, faceless, and woeful humans. Entrusting another is a gamble for those empty Desiring sincere contact such a formidable goal All striving to grasp and sustain such a treasure. Are we unable to simply love, trust and reveal That … Continue reading Disconnected

The Artist

We live in between our own anxious, gasping breaths, On wonderland that is neither somewhere or nowhere, Up and down lies carefully on its side and dares to think, Within our creative cells and tortured thoughts derive, Pen, brush, music, and lens we work to capture the eyes, Expressing our images with the naked utter … Continue reading The Artist

A Lone Surfer

Still cool white sand stuck between my long salty toes,A tiny swell moved close wetting my dragging jeans,My nose took in through its filtering, yearning hairs,The formidable smell of fish and salt and long lost cares. Leaving my summer clothes on the beach I ran forward,Feeling the sense of freedom the cool water brought,Still strong … Continue reading A Lone Surfer

SWEETER THAN THE LARK’S SONG

White perfection like cirrus clouds on a sweltering southern mid-afternoon, Lay the cotton  blanket of white whispers speaking hauntingly and softly. My eyes gazing on a snowy speckled pattern, as I could hear melodic singing. Melancholy voices, expressions shared while talking of their joint sorrows, Bended aching backs and thin arms carrying heavy sacks of the … Continue reading SWEETER THAN THE LARK’S SONG