Impatient Flight..

Ah….Poor broken bird

fledged much too soon

abandoning your nest

for want of flight

and freedom

leaving that which clipped your wings…

Ah….Poor broken bird

bewildered so

stretching forth through space


Impatience was your relentless teacher

for far too vast

the heights you spied…


No Titles…

Does the flower

know its name

when wilting comes

does it feel shame?

Do forests deep

or mountains grand

care who claims

to own their land?

And we

who live upon this earth

do monikers

declare our worth?

We’re more than labels

ever worn

we’re all pure Spirits

human born…


Rock Steady….

The prompting owed to anger

Frustrations birthed by moments missed

Oft spark a grievous rage…..

Do quell such inclinations

Stave off the storms that would cast wisdom to the winds

Choice in hand with will, playing unrestrained melodies,

make for a burdensome dance…

Yearn not for imagined lack

rather be content in memory’s embrace,

encouraged by what you hold,

and inspired by all that your heart can “see”……


In Quietude…

Whispered moonlight filters through

Long arms stretched grasping white

Silent breath of quietude

This wooded winters night

Deep within a thicket stark

Alone at peace here in the dark

Embraced by dreams come true

While star light shines on you…


Quiet Not, Wisdoms need to be spoken

Quiet not, wisdoms need to be spoken

Enlighten your young ones along life’s way

Hearing truths, threads of silk shall be woven

Open hearts listening then might waken

From within silent deep slumbers they lay

Quiet not, wisdoms need to be spoken

As their senses of righteousness heighten

On the highest of roads they then can stay

Hearing truths, threads of silk shall be woven

Teach your children to follow their passion

And always nurture their nature to play

Quiet not, wisdoms need to be spoken

To the hardships of life lend them caution

And always remind to watch what they say

Hearing truths, threads of silk shall be woven

Speak of love so this world they might richen

With unselfishness, do, teach them to pray

Quiet not, wisdoms need to be spoken

Hearing truths, threads of silk shall be woven


Payment Due…

You only love me

When I can perform

When I’m the soft blanket

That keeps you warm

My only purpose…

to fill your need

And all of your hunger

 I somehow must feed

The price to pay…

 being loved by you

Is far too high…

more than I can do…

There is nothing owed

Nor payment due

When love offered is pure…

When love given is true….