The sky doesn’t ask the bird, why it has to fly. Neither does the wind question why the lion roars. The sand does not ask the water not to ebb and flow. Nor the grass why the gazelle leaps so gracefully, so feebly. The snow does for us to judge the ice for its bitterContinue reading “Parable of Characters”
Tag Archives: poem
Pink Pens
In the margins of my notebook are peonies and poodles: I write with a pink or a purple pen. I think better in poems and songs than paragraphs. I write faster with voice recordings. I understand more through action than I do through words. I understand more the language of greased hands than I doContinue reading “Pink Pens”
You did not change me
I will not change for you. No. I will wear my dress no longer. No. I will not love softer nor harsher. No I will live this live with joy and love. You can harm my body but God always heals my soul. You can steal my body for a night. You can steal myContinue reading “You did not change me”
The Tiger and the Olive Trees
The tiger grabbed the olive branchAnd bruised across the ground. Its leaves were hanging down. Now the olive trees don’t grow near tigers keen. They spread their seeds with the wind.They don’t remember the reason only the feeling of being pushed against the dust. Forgiveness has settled from a distance. But the memory remains insideContinue reading “The Tiger and the Olive Trees”
Still Sea
Still seas. The water broke in white waves at my feet. It pooled around my hands while coral and barnacles pricked my toes. Little hermits clung to the rocks with loyalty. The turbulence within me . . . the sea stilled by the skies and waves breaking upon me. Upon my breasts, upon my feet.Continue reading “Still Sea”
Children’s Poem: Leaves Lost and Hair Cuts
“Oh my!” said Crystal to the trees. “Why did you lose your leaves?! I love your locks of spanish moss. I like your auburn colors, pines and spurs! Now, tell me why. Why did you cut your hair?”And so the trees replied: There’s seasons we grow through. There’s very few parts of our bodies weContinue reading “Children’s Poem: Leaves Lost and Hair Cuts”
Children’s Poems: The writer, the spider, and the seamstress
The writer the seamstress and the spider met. And the writer said to the seamstress: Why do you stare all day at thread and spend your days spinning silk? Why do you stare all day at words the seamstress said when the sky is crimson red? Why we are the mistresses of our own fate-Continue reading “Children’s Poems: The writer, the spider, and the seamstress”
Spiders in the house
There were spiders in the house And the closed windows cast white orange and yellow lights in the halls. Like a will o the wisp in the attic The shadows scatter blue light upon the webs above my bed. Some people despise spiders, but they don’t understand them. Men love to stomp the feminineWomen swatContinue reading “Spiders in the house”
If I am Honest with myself….
There are so many times in this life that we push away those thoughts that make us tremble…If I am being honest with myself, the loneliness I feel would be too much to bear. I fill myself with virtual distractions and media. But rather than me consuming media, it is the medium that consumes me.Continue reading “If I am Honest with myself….”
Leather, Lace, Plastic, and Pills
The balance between the waves as they thrash. The moments that the moon lit the waking hours The breathlessness pounding downThe dreams bottles in capsules of beads Tears tucked upon quilted flowers The glitter and litter of neuroses. The armor of amethystThe alchemy of absurdityAn odd and fractured kiss
Children’s Poems: The Tale of the Fern and the Lady Bug
There once was a fern in a forest far away. Then one day from the East a ladybug left her garden green. The lady bug and fern soon fast friends said to one another: what a friend you are to me! Illuminating all of each. Ours is a love envied by the vines and trees!Continue reading “Children’s Poems: The Tale of the Fern and the Lady Bug”
Reroute
When is it okay to reroute? Are these dead ends or only roads not yet paved? When do we depart from our original destination and commitments? Afraid of the future-You hurdle towards the seas and cliffs. Bounding, leaping, crying weeping. Too prove you are awake. To prove you lived through another day. Scribbling frantic melodiesContinue reading “Reroute”
There Are No Missing Pieces
You claim I’m giving pieces of myself. Like candy cut up for the crowds. You claim I’m just like everybody else. That I don’t know the value of myself. Nobody can take what I don’t give. I still at the core am who I am. These scars upon my soul will soon fast heal. IContinue reading “There Are No Missing Pieces”
Your Memory Resounds
Buildup introduction: 4 bars (em/ i) Your memory resoundsYour memory resoundsYour memory resoundsInter verse: Your light reverberates in this earthly space Your love resonates with all Your kindness echoes through the passageways Your goodness is heard through our global Halls We always feel you hear with us Though I’ve searched for you in shadows IContinue reading “Your Memory Resounds”
Open Individualism?
What if we are all collectively one? All sharing the same existences. Loving, lying, cheating, learning? What if I am you and you are me? In different incarnations of reality. My light is your own. Your shadows are mine. Our lessons are ours. We’re all deceived with false perceptions of time. How wonderful, how horrible,Continue reading “Open Individualism?”
Are Poems More Lovely Obscured?
Mom Said: Poems Are More Lovely Obscured When Their Meanings Are Hidden In Roses And Dirt Hide Your Frustrations Conceal Their Implications Calm Your Anger And Passion Inside Against The Unrighteous Against Those Who Don’t Hide. But I Without Reason Will Not Mute My Meanings Change Must Come Because Lives Are Lost And The DinContinue reading “Are Poems More Lovely Obscured?”
Chorus of Light
forged by light. in a dark world shaken grounded in grace. in our many colors, timbres, and cultures. we voice in unity and suspend our sonic identities. grounded brought back to the basics of: breath learnt again humbled as a child how to breathe amidst obscurity the greyness at the break of day fear notContinue reading “Chorus of Light”
I met an angel in the morn
I met an angel in the morning. At six o’clock she woke me. Twas twice the hours her spirit called. So I stayed I, in the chapel to greet the angel next to me. And sat I hence on the piano bench and plaid a psalm to please her. And at 9 o’clock my tearsContinue reading “I met an angel in the morn”
When We Sing
When We singLet us sing for the silentWhen we heal Let us heal all our brokenWhen we danceLet us dance for the deafen’dWhen we fail Let it be for a lessonMusic,Our gift from heavenWhen we sing and we serveLet if be for another When we strive for a mother, a sister, a father, a brotherWeContinue reading “When We Sing”
The Silent Singer 