GELLING 8/24/2005
Zebra pens are
Mutii-colored
Make changes
Unexpected
Gradual
Acceptable
.
Multi-cultural should be
As easy
To achieve.
Posted in Journals, Pin-Striped Journal, Poetry, Writing, tagged After Narcissus, inspiration, journal, Le Artiste Boots, Pin-Striped Journal, poetry, Thoughts, writing on March 15, 2012|
GELLING 8/24/2005
Zebra pens are
Mutii-colored
Make changes
Unexpected
Gradual
Acceptable
.
Multi-cultural should be
As easy
To achieve.
Posted in Le Artiste Boots, Poetry, Purple Journal Entries, tagged After Narcissus, bright future, circles, inspiration, journal, Life, poetry, Thoughts, writing on February 5, 2012|
waiting for the circle
jagged edges like teeth
mesh and smooth,
lock in closed spaces
shut out the air, hold inside
find hope a place
where smooth edges of the circle
enclose and hide (more…)
Posted in Purple Journal Entries, tagged After Narcissus, Art, Circle, freedom, inspiration, journal, Le Artiste Boots, Life, poetry, Thoughts on January 21, 2012| 1 Comment »
fitting
.
things are apt to be
side by side
touching
growing out
pushing in
Posted in You're Back, tagged death, dreams, journal, poetry, Thoughts on January 11, 2012|
sounds
geese waking
rouse from sleep
the rooster’s crow
sharp blast bullet below
.
colors
red yellow burst from trees
wind swept blue from sky
at the water’s edge red
red, RED on green
.
touch
cold corpse
tepid air
heat of ire
none inspire
.
smell
brown stain
leaves burn
good signs
but for the smell
.
taste
icy cold
spice and pine
fill the mouth
stop the scream
Posted in From my Journal, Tired, Uncategorized, tagged aging, inspiration, journal, Life, poetry, Thoughts on January 7, 2012|
Tired
I apologize
for feeling, walking
like an old woman
what I express is
based in truth
friends protest
fear of losing me
say it can’t be true.
.
bone ugly
dog-tired
cared for
by (wo)man’s best friend
Posted in Journal - List, Poetry, tagged After Narcissus, aging, Alarm clock, dreams, event, inspiration, journal, Life, New Year, poetry, Thoughts, writing on December 29, 2011| 2 Comments »
Who?
Who was I
in a past life?
What?
Pages left unattended
lay open, weathered
corners folded, faded ink
make you think.
Posted in After Narcissus, Lost Journal, tagged Arts, inspiration, journal, loss, Musings, poetry, Thoughts, writing on November 8, 2011|
Had to look for my journal.
If it happens to you
it may mean
you did not write
your thoughts
last night.
It happens to me.
Dear Reader,
(if any)
will you understand
what cannot be written?
What I am willing to share?
What I remember?
Will you care?