Seasonal Poems

Bear with me a moment.  I know it's not good.  I'm learning.

Rubb-ish:
We scoff at who we really are
Preferring Idealized images
Composed in electrons
All the while laughing off
The truth

The trash is full to say the least
Containing muddled stories
Actions speak louder than
As he offers his hand
I need


Flight:
Gifted with intelligence
To discern myself best
At least the flight
Isn't weighted by bombs
It's smooth like chocolate

I wonder if I will transform
Like caterpillar cocoon
From mortal itch
To Heaven thirst
Need to touch it

Below he, she, it are small
Like scuttling mites
Huge buildings disappear
In wafts of clouds
Perspective shift

Ignited by decision
I invoke myself best
Then land my thoughts
Along the row of flares
Small but important

Meanderings:

This euphoric bliss

Is but a passing blip

In this dance of life

If we could but catch it

Like fireflies

I’ve felt too many times

To us it’s life or death

Kiss or cry

Dream or nightmare

Yet Heaven dreams

Much bigger and

If we could see

The fuller mural

We would be undone

Drawn away

Into a mist of passion

Given to deceiving hopes

We trade our futures

For our todays

And wonder

If this love can

Save

A song:

I wanted to be an Eleanor

But Marianne became

My heart and soul

Could not be boxed

By lock and key again

I flung it wide

It's ugly side

You found it to be tame

Now what's in store?

I now implore

Or I will close again

Open hearts:

Open hearts

Are never wrong

They are where fruit

Grows from budding vine

Fragrant, delighting in beauty

All too well they know the pruning sheers

That bring forth greater blossom

Open hearts can feel some pain

But must open to proceed

To understand it all

So fall if they fall

And bud to fall

They’ll spring

Again