Red Goddess

you were the muse
that would change the world

making the song
skip beats
to a tune melancholic
and bold

feet dancing
toe to heel
with a rhythm lost
sad
deep
slow

you were the muse
red
red as the goddess you were
bleeding onto the page
every hue of you

tinting the world
with your color
painting images only few could see
your kin

the others
baffled by your madness
swirling
thoughts
fears

but yet

you were the muse
that would change the world




Happy Birthday Sylvia...
10/27/12

She

She is not Spring

                New, blossoming, welcoming

She is not Summer

                Warm, inviting, healing

She is not Fall

                Multi-colored, fiery, golden

 

She is Winter

                Pale, cold, harsh

Bitter against your skin

Lifeless skies & dark clouds covering the sun

Barren fields & shivering corners of damp earth

 

She is the empty echoes of yesterdays lost

10/26/12

Cold Days Coming

Storm brewing - rising winds, shallow breaths
against a harsh knowing
it rises
crashes
clashing with the season that wants to be green
new
innocent
still -

Deepening shadows - falling embers, heavy heart
the reality
it sinks
slashes
slashing at the ribbons of the dreamer's dream
hope
empty
still -

Haiku Blue

The blue deep of you

haiku blowing strong and fast

Against Fall currents

 

Cutting frigid waves

To drag you under the leaves

Rotting away blues

 

Ice-packed memories

Tainted by the blue Winter

They Fall through the cracks