Sun
Shiny Summer Morn
friends
are the true treasure above money can't
be bought
i
wonder about
my DNA is it made up of sorrow cells & organs
drip
with tears a terrible green or a sunny yellow
climb
the tower rotate the
antenna search for your signal
to
know where you are the pond calm reflecting
receiving
the messages you are sending you grew up
became
a man strong and straight served your country
to
your mom the
boy was still there holding
on to her skirt
I
remain on the bridge between
life and death i am waiting
waiting
like the french lieutentant's woman counting
butterflies
sun
shiny summer morn honeysuckle in the air all is bright
yellow
time
stands still as i stand ever so still
it
happened there had to let you go something
I'm not good at
if
I could i would have kept you held you
with my teeth
like
the cat with her kitten spring into summer summers empty now
time
passes though
i
hardly notice fall
is in the air
the
temperatures cooler winter
faithfully follows...
September
2015
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The Silence of
Morning
what verses may be
hiding in the silence of this morning demanding to be heard
yet
reluctant... pretending to be shy softly playing
the sweet songs of
the heart show scars of days gone by sorrow's loss spins her web
writing inscriptions
on tears as they fall to the ground holding on for dear life
flying low below the
clouds navigating by well worn paths pretending bravado
still there is the
stench of death under each scarlet layer exposing the clown
the fool the
jester ...and me
Sept 5, 2015
