Moonbeams on the dance floor
Stories told in steps
Shuffle, palm out, we are
Stripped of stares
In music’s honest gaze
We wave together in
Splits of light
Splits of Light
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Monthly Archives: March 2013
Tulip Sunset
The evening is lighter
than before
tulips just melting
pink and orange
into a forget-me-not sky.
The light across my eyes
almost warm I breathe color
a tear in my heart almost
sewn with orange thread –
another breath
warmer than my own calls
to me, the promise of
the sky captured in a
close and intimate
eye.
How it would surround me
but I want to
keep my heart and
breath only the lingering of
color, the eternal, tulip sky.
Hold back the black
night though it brings stars
and the promise of your
breath, blue and gold.
A different kind of color
It’s a different kind of color.
Not the grey of a soggy morning
or the purple of her tears.
It’s more like yellow
baby hair, soft tendrils,
fluffy cotton candy
smelling of sugar
and mother.
Or the first daffodil breaking
a blazing head through
tall green stalks or maybe
the sun when you thought
you’d never get warm.
It’s that kind of yellow
that surprises my heart
when you blaze out a smile.
Open the Box
You have a pocket
tucked with sunlight
bright finger rays
on a melancholy day.
A box of songs
I’ve never heard
winter jasmine notes
pale flower words.
The moon you say
I see a knife that
silvers the sky.
You become the
moon I see by.
Let me in to softer light
and melodies that
weep the names of stars.
Open the box yourself
you say in your great grace.
These songs are yours.
You know where the sun goes.
Phoenix Rising
Here’s a darker poem- the world is waking up, flowers shooting out of the earth, and I thought of life and health beneath what appears broken and still.
Ashes on her skin
their tongues flame.
Pink beneath the soot
she is whole.
A phoenix sleeping
they strike
and she forgives
her heart tender-
red as hate
and fire.
Water and Stone
Water on a rock
mountain I fell
into you splashed
fragmented
spilled into
you until I
disappeared.
You are unchanged.
I streamed
a thousand tears
spilt into salt ocean.
Your name in the sun.
Mine a memory
dolphins sing
and oysters hold
– a pearl in a
deep water dream.
