Daybreak: A Poem Endured familiarity -A type of stability that somehowMade my knees quake.Counting on itLike leaves turning coralOr sweet morning notes of coffee.Stepping in unisonTo motions thatCame and wentAre back again,Why do we treat themLike a special occasion?Breaking looseLike the crevice of daybreak,We rise againIn the treasures ofUncharted territory,Apart,Like it always should have been.
Freedom: A Poem I first learned ofGravityWhen I lost gripOf a balloon. The balloon and IBecoming smaller and smallerTo each other. When it greeted the skyI knew there was no return.Only later I realizedAbout letting go of all the thingsI once appreciated fiercely.The cruelness of freedom.
Lenses: A Poem You knew how to pullProudness right outOf my mouth.Tendencies to over think,I gazed deep into the realmsThat blinked in my mindAnd rewarded you withThe inverse of truths. Imagination falteringBetween clear and foggy,I brushed the lenses cleanAs snapshots of bright daysCollaged the surfaces ofMy mind.You knew how to pullProudness right outOf my mouth.
Roadside: A Poem You are on my mindLike a roadside standSeen afar from a June mile.Tucked beside ruggedPennsylvania road,You brush by my mindIn the most picturesque of moments - Transporting me to the streetsOnly referenced in mythologies.
Azaleas: A Poem ApologiesLike azaleas -Striking the heartIn bold beams, thenAll meaning and colorFrom your wordsIs lost.Petals fallen,Broom bristles brushThem from sidewalksLike fingers acrossWet eyes -Removing the memoryOf extra stolen glances.ApologiesLike azaleas.
Fall: A Poem FallUsed to be kinderBefore you came along.The leaves used toSpeak to meAnd the eveningsWere smeared in roastedHues, the kind you couldStare at for mesmerizing minutes.FallUsed to be kinderBefore you came along.NowThe howling windSounds like insultsPelting my eardrums.FallUsed to be kinderBefore you came along.
Wild: A Poem The headline splashedAcross local newspapersThat one summerHad my wild blue eyesScanning property linesAnd below the dipOf pine trees."Do you think we'll ever see it?" I wondered"Did you hear that?" my brother askedWild Cougar SightingSummer days warped to nightsAs we waited for eyes like midnightOr as red as mushroom caps toFlash us in … Continue reading Wild: A Poem | Day 9 of National Poetry Writing Month
Hands: A Poem He could flip his palmAnd grow a daisy,Enrich my body withNutrientsIn every touch.He built me a greenhouseTo watch me grow.In daylight I could seeBut I leaned into the night carefully.Like a planter turned toward the sunYou made me face the moon,A hand reaching down from the stars,Our own photosynthesis.He could flip his … Continue reading Hands: A Poem | Day 8 of National Poetry Writing Month
Light Pollution: A Poem An arch of sunOverhangs from the horizon,Soon it will leave me too.The streetlampsNo longer sulkAnd headlightsFlicker.Digital screens,Colorful signsContinue to dance.The light pollutionSoothes me,But burns the eyesOf stargazers,Planet chasers.The perspective ofBeauty.
Pebble: A Poem I wanted yourSneakersTo catch dustBy the foyer door.But after clouds rolled inAnd rain fell,My heart told meI had better luckCollecting dustOn the sills I clench tight,Waiting to see your reflectionIn the window. So I fill your shoesWith weeds and pebbles,The scraggly lumpAnd sharp bumpIn your footstepsEvermore.