Sunday, October 31, 2010

after all

the dead don't always sleep.

no, sometimes we dance
     and sing
          and laugh
               and love.

yes, we love
     and we dream our dreams
          of tomorrows
               that never come.

but what does this mean
     or matter to you?

we are dead

after all.

Friday, October 29, 2010

starlight, star bright

whisper your wishes
   with prayerful lips
kiss each one
   before you sleep

catch them up
   in a crescent moon
and fling them out
   into the deep


(revisiting a childhood nighttime ritual)

Thursday, October 28, 2010

super shorts

holding a poem
in my mouth
i fold the laundry

(my first attempt at a lune)

the lizard with no tail 
tells his tale
without a word

he has met the cat

(an old favorite)

      is short
      is so long
I  wait
      in the quiet

(another from the archives)

we want.
we yearn.
we long
  to burn.

 and yet
  we fear

    the fire.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

the night before the rain

the midnight moon
slings wide
its murky-colored bow
among thin clouds
above my head

neck craned back
I gape and blink
in the warm tickles of wind
wondering what dark promise
this full moon bears

the puppy pulls her leash
snuffles in the grass
with heavenly matters