a winged lament

the butterfly must lament, even if briefly, the loss of the cocoon, mourning departure from familiar home. unaware its new form, yet undefined, a shape emerges from cracked and peeling shell, losing as it does the smell of safety, tight pressure against aching limbs, eyes wet with dew and tears for what is no more… … Continue reading a winged lament

The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part IV (What We Do for Love)

Why do I even write these days? Why do I try? Why do I try as hard as I do when clearly there are more effective and efficient approaches. Someone has it figured out... Not me.   I see so many others who write poems that reach audiences of hundreds or even thousands. I see … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part IV (What We Do for Love)

In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen

Know that Though I have said so many things To so many of you And though you have responded With such kindness and love that it draws the tears from my eyes as from a well These things are only temporary; I will be gone some day And there may be no person to speak … Continue reading In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen

I Paused Ever So Slightly Today

I paused Ever so slightly today, As my feet passed between shadows and sunlight streaming down… Warm and… It has been so long Since I have felt the glow on my face. My spirit ran free last night. I opened my mouth wide And set loose from between my teeth, Not quite words, Not quite … Continue reading I Paused Ever So Slightly Today

In the Heat of the Fire’s Glow

In the heat of the fire's glow We watch the day's light come and then go The seconds turn to minutes turn to hours then they're gone The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting long Evening turns to gloaming turns to darkness turns to dawn Amidst the calm of the falling snow … Continue reading In the Heat of the Fire’s Glow