Dandelion

Just a bit of spring in the middle of a winter landscape. It was amazing to see just a bit of green and rich yellows when everything else was gray and colorless-it is Texas but still it was nice to see color, even if it was just a weed....

Pacific

An Exquisite Light

From the Survivors: A Poisonous Sea

The venomous sea

How well we swim naively

Sip the nectar feel the edge soften

You’d think we’d avoid it like a cancer

Instead

Flies to a flame

But never forget, how we survived

And from where we came.

The hallways were long and dark there

But the light was brighter outside

So safe and constant, a childs’ playground

Inside

The rooms were filled with ghosts

I was creative

Safe was a place you kept

never rock the boat

while he slept

be silent,

keep still

and the stillness kept in my mind

and stays to this day

can not  sit still in a quiet house,

I never feel safe.

A Father's Greatest Fear

No tracks to contain its teeth

No light to show its path

Only the darkness

This feeling of being helpless,

separated

missing

I want for you a safe space

A place

Where you might not feel the wound

The wind that screams like a furious train

Our house, untouched, we can’t complain

But still in that darkness

The feeling of being safe escaped me

That feeling of keeping you safe evaded me

Crushed beneath the inevitable track

Death sits across the table smiling

We speak in hushed voices

The silence

Is unnerving

Come out of this place

With a different view

I feel helpless, I feel guilty

I couldn't protect you

A Black Sky: December 26

We were running through a landscape

Ants crawling out of the mound

As this grand spectacle showed its face

And left

With a horrifying sound

I was so afraid to lose you

Your skin never seemed so thin

So fragile

In that black landscape

Where everything was sharp and alive

Dangerous teeth of nails and wires

I followed you afraid

I walked the darkness like one of the zombies

Pouring into the streets

Ghosts from broken houses

Fallen rooms

And swinging chandeliers

All faces in shock

You assured me you’d be fine

Go home

While you crawled beneath a transformer

And broken electrical line

And your face never looked so scared

So sad was I that I could not contain

The blackness that filled that evening

Only the shadow remained

The Rain Barrel

Photo by elena

I know what it feels like

The golden, the orange, the red,

The colors that reach across a cloudy sky

And define that dangerous line

The space before the ground

The perilous feeling

Falling down…

I know the flames of feeling

Every bit of the green bleeding out into red veins

Streaming across the afternoon skies

Like a tantrum

I know that voice that never whispers

Hoping to land somewhere

Hoping to land

And I know the feeling of cold

I know the feeling of mingling on the cold dark edge

And feeling every bit of color dissolve

Across that surface so indifferent

Embracing and drowning every peace of the skeleton

That was

Remembering the sky

Remembering the limb that once connected

Now mourning, distant, unfeeling

I know what it feels to drown

Beneath the darkness

Each competing for the last bits of light

Dark, shapeless ghosts

Rise and fall

I know the steel walls

And the deep black sides

That keeps us silent

That keep our voices muffled

Under the surface

Remembering fall

Remembering the height of the sky

The blue, the rich colors

Before all color faded and died…

(A painting coming soon)

New Years Day

The Angel Trumpet recoils, the last bit of leaves withered and gray.

A garden sighs in the early morning breezes

New Years Day

The sky is pale, the way I feel, the sadness of the year in deconstruction

Every bit of its skeleton, tucked neatly away

I’m awake, watching the birds

New Years Day

What grand structure to erect, what color to choose, thoughts to connect

It all begins with habit and intention today.

Make your list and start the next year

New Years Day