In the North Atlantic

In the North Atlantic
Our icebergs were afloat
Kept in chilly waters
Ice diamonds for the throat

No thaw or warm degrees
Our feet were off the floor
Snow white with blue bodies
Left frozen to the core

Take the imperfection

Take the imperfection
From underneath the rug
From under the couch like
A misdirected bug

Take merit in trying
Maturity in fact
Bringing fault to light with
Understanding and tact

Enter the labyrinth

Enter the labyrinth
The words of abstraction
Modernistic in tone
But classic redaction

An arrow passing through
A densely wooded plot
Not striking a tree and
Hitting the target spot

Letting the day go by

Letting the day go by
No sense of time movement
Without an agenda
Or need for improvement

Or an accomplishment
It meanders and strolls
Without current or push
It just rolls as it rolls

Hoping for jealousy

Hoping for jealousy
Or some form of envy
Anything not pretty
But it's not what I feel

Just look me in the eye
To see there is no why
Only good feelings lie
And turn on my heart wheel

Wanting the world to see

Wanting the World to see
This moment of beauty
A fleeting purity
Of Life amongst objects

A silence to be shared
And in stillness declared
Let those of us who cared
Simply pay our respects

Grievances and grudges

Grievances and grudges
Cold shoulder to the weed
Permission for seasons
Clear land and then reseed

Both the jury and judge
Let sentences expire
There’s no right in holding
A superior spire

Pent-up, if it’s released

Pent-up, if it’s released
I’ll blow myself off course
A self-inflicted wound
A rash runaway horse

Allowing injury
To control direction
Should not be the reason
For a wrong projection

We were Trees of Heaven

We were Trees of Heaven
In narcissistic soil
Elegant, beautiful
Against persistent roil

From cracks, rocky cliff sides
Our inner peacocks fanned
Life and limb and branches
In all conditions spanned

Back from the moon feeling

Back from the moon feeling
More distant than before
Future dances alone
Behind a bolted door

Dreaming about a noun
Casting lines without bait
Wondering why nothing
Bites after all the wait

The words are leaving me

The words are leaving me
There's not much left to say
A sun, the clouds, a mood
Another rainy day

Generations before
Generations after
The voices never heard
Shouting to the rafter

Abstract but singular

Abstract but singular
Complexity as one
Fragments in formation
Two thousand pounds a ton

Periodic person
These elements of us
Forming and shaping our
Individual truss

Discard the absolutes

Discard the absolutes
And never say never
All or nothing statements
Just go on forever

Finite and infinite
Little less, little more
Equations with pi or
Two plus two equals four

Unable to express

Unable to express
In words, this restless search
For tranquility, grace
Not religious or church

The moon, light and shadow
The beauty of breath
Not longing or dreaming
And living without death

Creating a distance

Creating a distance
Far from the mirror lake
Down where the air is thick
Reality awake

Where love you's and kind thoughts
Are genuine with proof
Where understanding and
Empathy - not aloof

Remove ruderal thoughts

Remove ruderal thoughts
Architect a tilling
A transitioning heart
Hope is a dream willing

Encourage the resin
To achieve amber light
Carbon into diamond
And not an anthracite