Category: Human Condition


Painted toes
reveal her mood,
bespeckled flecks,
a Swedish brew;
singing to the 9,
a midnight tune;
dreams gone
astray,
moments too
soon, wondering
in the night,
will he be
all right?
Tossing and
yearning,
inwardly
burning, of
days gone
by- secretly
hurting.

Massive hands
hold these tears,
shed in pain,
anguish,
of being.

Glazed, blinking
orbs, seek
His face,
heart wracked,
laden.

I clap
my hands,
“Snap out of it!”

Solidarity

Discordant winds
traverse turbulent skies,
weeping and sighing,
“Oh my! Oh my!”

Lightning strikes
once, twice-
three times
upon the lone
pine. Standing tall,
among furs,
pining eyes
set, on brothers
nearby.

A tree falls,
can you hear it?
Will you stand,
amongst stumps,
or raise a call?

Burdens

Holding these cares close,
raising my hands, cupped, released.
Heaven bound, weightless…