Thursday, March 19, 2009


Another way of looking,
no better way to go
in the midst of darkness falling
more here than you can know.

again, I see hearts pounding
like my footprints through the snow.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009


There's an angel up above
looking down at me:
she smiles oh-so-sweetly
from her perch upon the tree.

Nowhere else to wander,
I stand and gaze above
she swings her legs with childish glee:
an angel truly made of love.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Dance Contest

A slip of the tongue
and she stumbles
to the pavement
as her universe rumbles,
growling, beneath her feet

Her sole interest divided:
it cracks, lets the good times
seep through and bruise.
Dancing is no crime,
but now she feels defeat.

The contest is over--
stupid old shoes.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Gray Film

A gray film floats on top
Resting, awaiting its judgment day.
Its essence gurgles as a light breeze
  thrills it across the water;
It jumps in surprise when a fish
  nips at it from below.
It doesn't know where it came from,
  but it's happy.
In the sun, it almost glimmers
  --almost beautiful
In the shade, it's barely there
  --almost belongs.
Ingrained in the film,
there's a moment
Entranced by the film,
I am there.