Discovering the flaws

Discovering the flaws
The genetic design
Those of my parents that
Are inherently mine

Yet here are the faults that
Solely belong to me
Ingredients only
Part of the recipe

Not farming the pavement

Not farming the pavement
Dig where shovels go deep
No cities,  no mountains
No curb stones and no steep

A plentiful bounty
To preserve and to keep
Like bound bushels of hay
That were once just a heap

Wanting a forever

Wanting a forever
This day to never end
No movement of shadows
Right here, right now, not when

Cut the strings on the moon
Lifeless marionette
And tie them to the sun
So it can never set

Erase the agony

Erase the agony
Triumph over regret
Stupidity of fear
Far better to forget

Into yellow and light
Out from the cavity
Like snow falling upwards
No sense of gravity

Every year I forget

Every year I forget
Until the snow in June
Falls from cottonwood trees
Once again in full bloom

Remember in late Spring
The years of tangled youth
They say it gets better
And I'm the living proof

Not like Halley's comet

Not like Halley's comet
Or longer than a year
And not just a summer
Something shorter, more near

Perhaps, it's now and then
We answer to the call
And dance our feet southward
To Gaia's gala ball

Expressing myself with

Expressing myself with
The same tonality
But the World spins in a
Constant reality

Gentle cows are grazing
Racial divides fighting
Apple orchards blooming
Differences igniting

A lost utopia

A lost utopia
Like a cloud's only fate
To form and float along
And then evaporate

So this is how it is
The stars do not decide
Or the god of worship
No prosper, just divide

Look at what I have lost

Look at what I have lost
Furthermore at the cost
All gains, I'd gladly toss
To hear your lullaby

The void and the vacuum
The darkest clouds that loom
This endless sense of doom
Our knot, we can't untie

Born on a white canvas

Born on a white canvas
Our fingerprints, the paint
And everything we touch
From the bold to the faint

Create pictures of lives
Real to the abstract
Indelible lasting
At each point of contact

The next turn of the page

The next turn of the page
And every page after
There are unfinished thoughts
No words or new chapter

Remembering the days
Before we fell apart
Singing the same song with
The same joy in our heart

Running for the yellow

Running for the yellow
Discarding the blue robe
Finding beauty waiting
Throughout our spinning globe

Waiting in quiet joy
An apple orchard row
Or a whisper as soft
As an ending echo

Clouds as thin as pencils

Clouds as thin as pencils
Hawks strewn across the sky
Stuck here in slow traffic
Again the question why

Again the empty net
The pan is void of gold
The questions are not new
And the answers untold

Passion or obsession

Passion or obsession
Unable to let go
Trapped in a cold winter
Beneath layers of snow

Trying to choose freedom
Picking locks on this cell
To have finally reached
A complete froze hell

Where are you in this world

Where are you in this world
An atlas of places
Random pushpins marking
Flipped stones with no traces

Spring crocuses are here
But this hope does not bloom
Do I still exist or
Am I sealed in a tomb

Winter inhaling Spring

Winter inhaling Spring
On a cold April day
Clouds shutting out sunlight
And not blowing away

How unremarkable
This perfect gift, today
Unwrapped, beheld and used
Until time throws it away

And Spring is here again

And Spring is here again
The cattle are grazing
White clouds are billowing
And tulip bulbs raising

Both seeds and body husks
Will be planted in dirt
The seeds will be rising
The body husks, inert

My soul is like sea glass

My soul is like sea glass
Days like waves washing me
Not far from the abyss
Of the bottomless sea

The first Spring without you
Many more will follow
Then I too will be gone
Into the great swallow

In this silent distress

In this silent distress
Like a cloud torn in two
Pronounced imperfection
Just like an untied shoe

No proof of innocence
Solely reputation
My words not enough to
Ease the situation

In the early part of

In the early part of
Spring when mornings are crisp
Before warm afternoons
Triumphantly eclipse

I dream of our shadows
Growing longer as day
Rises and then retreats
Like water in a bay

Not feeling anything

Not feeling anything
No sadness or remorse
Traveling day to day
On an unaltered course

Here in the month of March
Still unable to grieve
Perhaps in April or May
Let go, exhale, bereave