Tell me
I’m something
I’m not;
I’ll be that thing
that I am.
The spirit
I inherited
I got;
It’s integral
to the man
that still stands.
Forever
in thought;
Lifted I am —
Extended out,
I will be
a loving hand.
Category: Writer’s Block
Written words on everything else.
head role
the king of longing,
dead but calling
with his lost head.
“put down the coup!”
he orders the troops
from his basket bed.
the armies gather,
argue “would you rather,”
all loyalties out bled.
king’s wife of strife,
queen of the knife;
a conspirator that fled.
upon pike impaled,
rude awakening unveils,
his united kingdom…
…finally dead.
Complex Geometries
The regal, complex geometries of architect Robert Hunt Morris & Richard Sharp Smith sharpen along the ornate copper ridge lines of the Biltmore house. Like a final French kiss, Vanderbilt’s initials are firmly pressed into the spire flag atop its highest peak.
fly words fly
wake up walking,
talking about being free as a bird.
take up talking,
gonna fly above all my words.
look down on the absurd,
look what I see is what I heard.
solo salute social anxiety,
this crowd laughs just like me.
in my mind just as free,
feet can’t outrun ruinous society.
fly back inside this bird will go,
nested in a comfort show.
may make up drawing,
chalking up all beauty for free.
raise up dawning,
it’s a new day, just you wait and see.
rode away
forbidden decisions
have ridden me out of town;
out on my own now.
the sun sets up west,
back east depressed;
driving away from emptiness.
head out on the road,
unload all that forebodes;
last night’s life elopes.
forbidden prism eclipsed,
deadline decisions writ;
our dividing lines split —
we move on from it.
takeoff
our hands
drop —
drop their hold;
fingers linger,
once crossed,
now unfold.
feelings at bay
like paper plane
creased —
awaiting release,
skyward, gravity’s
pull decreased.
jettisoned hands
fashioned like
rubber bands —
snap back,
lock-in again,
inflight letting go,
takeoff unfolds.
Home
susan, yellow & black
susan traces tracks
on her way back;
company dress:
yellow and black.
along these lines
susan feels intact;
stationed in the gap,
sun laces susan’s laugh
with eyeliner black.
true to her nature —
head tilted back;
susan springs eternal
in yellow and black.
deadfall
deadfall freefall,
underneathe it all
a plummet pause;
reflect in recall —
witness wincing saw,
cuts razor raw;
an unnerved gnaw
numb to the call;
memories stall,
hurtling in thrall;
a lifeless clause
pulled ripcord draws
failure in applause —
fall, fall, fall,
time falls away from us all.