For many days this hurt has grown. My conscience weighs with guilt that’s known to self alone; a sense of right bestows itself upon my plight.
Forgiveness
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Poems
Winter Song
To open a window in December is to hear the winter sing. The sky sends down its frosted bells to coat the cooling ground, and I watch in fern-green envy as it gently drifts to sleep. The world is a candied heartbeat,
swelling with holiday spirit at the rise of every note.
Trains
Time is an engine entangled with life that masterfully pulls all the strings. It marches through past and future alike and binds up the stars with its rings.
Raindrop Eyes
The road glosses over as if of glass, which shivers when the raindrops pass, making red and green dance from traffic lights in stance, hypnotic, on the river-road ahead. Through the world, a gentle gray has bled.
Billows
My rushing sigh flows in and out like the ocean surf that writes in the dark on reams of slimy kelp with the ancient ink of primeval octopi.
Gossamer
I sit and spin my little web. Filament, filament, filament. Out of myself I throw it into the wild, wild world. And on days like this when I do not see it catch, lonesome, lonesome, lonesome screams my heart.
Sojourner
Sojourner, dear wanderer, looking to the sky, wondering at the message you can’t demystify. Do the stars speak? Does the answer leak from the twisting stars and ink to answer why?
Moonlit Poetry
Why do you hide so often? Are you shy? You glow too brightly for that. You look lonely. You also look whole. How do you manage that? I want to understand you, but you keep a part of yourself hidden away.
Plunk
Typing on my tiny typewriter, I’m an incorrigible plotter. Color splashes onto the page, green, coral, orange, and beige.
The Lord Is in Control
Like a sheep, wandering, hopeless, Lord, I walk through the valley; Such a wayward child, going the wrong way. Like a shepherd, You search for me despite my failings; Like a father, You’re ever near me every day.
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