You Draw Your Sword/imaginary gardens with real toads

You Draw Your Sword

I try to capture the scene

My camera at the ready

You won’t keep still

Constantly moving

Constantly drawing your sword

Challenging thought

Causing a scene

You love conflict

It seems everyday 

For the past two years

You seek the limelight

As if anyone could ignore you

Churn the waters

Muddy the view

Cause anxiety

And like a child you always need more

December 3, 2018

In Love, With Deep Colors/the sunday whirl -- Poets United poets pantry

Intersections  4/13  10"x10"  Flashe

In Love, With Deep Colors

At first, I didn’t notice the chill
The fire burned in the fireplace
The flames twisting around the logs
Filled the room with the warmth

Of wishes fulfilled
It is that time again
Frost covers the trees
The time of magic is upon us

I find myself slipping
Into that “in-between time”
One year ending
The next about to begin

There is a certain shock
That is the ending of this year
And yet, I feel I hardly know you
Still, these are the final days

There is a certain dread
Of the coming year
Will it be a time
Of mending old wounds

New ideas
New ways of doing things
Will new people fill the empty chairs
Will there be a new lift in my step

Will I be more flexible
Or will I see the world
Through a glass darkly
...I do love the deep colors

December 2, 2018
Wordle 379:    filter

Imaginary gardens with real toads

Sometimes big things happen. Your life is changed in a flash. There is no beginning, no end.  You will continue to live, to breath, in and out.  Yet nothing is as it was before, perhaps there is a hurricane, a flood, your house burns down, or a thousand other calamites that could happen.  It is nothing personal, it just happens. 

Your world has turned gray, all the color has drained away. Was it all written long ago. Destiny wins out.  

I might say

If only I knew

Things would be different

…but would they?

December 1, 2018

In the Cold of Morning...Mourning/imaginary gardens with real toads

In the Cold of Morning…Mourning

A spell of magic broken

Darkness is banished

To hide in gloomy shadows

Dreams persist

Like patches of snow

Hiding under the sage brush

Long after all the other snow

Has melted

In clear light of morning

Like a crystal bell ringing

Across the desert

The vibrations of sound

Travel far in the desert

The sun warms the morning

And the cold heart

Also found under the sage

Still beating

Barely beating

Waiting for twilight

Waiting for your return

November 28, 2019

Snow-Days in November/imaginary gardens with real toads

Snow-Days in November

November is almost over

The door for its leaving

And for December’s coming

Is open

The days are colder now

But mostly the sun shines

The weather still mild

Twice we have seen

The magic of snow

The transformation of 

The landscape

Wrapped in winter white

No snowball fights with you

There was only one time

And you covered me completely

I choose my battles

And don’t enter

Into ones I can’t win

You are far too experienced

Still a boy with a powerful arm

November 27, 2018