April 13--Sonnet XI

The flavor in the wind has taken hold And down my throat it pushes to my lungs, Expanding in my chest and swelling cold, Drawn nigh to where my heavy heart has hung. The clock held half past ten for nigh an hour As breezes played a chorus in my…

April 12--Sleep in the Sun

The light Will pour Like rain Before My soul Is warm Before This storm. The sun, The grass-- It's come Too fast. Your hand In mine: A drink Like wine. And breathe; And feel: The sun Will heal. It pours Like rain. I'm yours Again. postscript…

April 11--Sonnet VII

I would be satisfied. You hold your hand And offer fruits my hungered soul desires. I would obey. I am yours to command. Overwhelm me with a thousand fires Of purging. I am held beneath your gaze, Unflinching, unafraid, but ever cold. You have authority o'er all my…

April 10--Boiling Words

I may have a word That boils behind my eyes. But to speak the freak aloud Is to advocate its lies. I met a soul one time That knew the price of words, But learned it much too late. Is that the voice of birds I hear behind my eyes?…

April 9--Anchored

If I'm drowning here It's 'cause the waters rose. If the waters rise Then I suppose Perhaps I'm lost; I'm overwhelmed. I'm seeking grace From a higher realm Where love reminds me I am free. I need to give…

April 8--Fairy Stories

Some may wish to live their days With rose-colored glasses on--a haze Of simple happiness contrived To add soft color to their lives. But sorrow sweet comes creeping in And pulls the glasses off again-- For fairy tales twist and turn Though optimists see love and yearn For life just…

April 7--Messes

My life is like a hurricane And leaves of moments fly On roaring winds to settle Where streams of peace run dry. Dirt cracks, and waves of heat Rise 'round scattered ash. The pieces of debris compound Where towers of courage crash. In little ways the hurricane Devastates--and slowly.…

April 6--Peace

Take the grey out of the skies; Take the sleep off of my eyes. Replace the dreary circumstance; Drive out the old--let spirits dance. Flowers readied: let them bloom; If souls will leap then give them room. It's time for dawn to break the day And wipe the…