Omnipresent

Impassioned,
awakened heart stirs quiet
brilliant minds ignite,
radiant souls blow soft on hot coals
outlining nature's sky-blue alibi.

The deepest need of not
becoming vague ashes inside of grey.

Topside sleeve;
carnelian warmth
deep-dyed with kindness
carries tenderness
you'd weep blood for.

Compassion shines alabaster ether edges,
air born splatters, true burning -
radiating from jumped-in color puddles.

True acceptance
makes me wonder
if any is held for self.

Absolute free hearts forget
to inhale deeply,
always breathing for another.

Deep within those goodwill word weaves
does one feel cradled inside
a pure white sense of surrender?

Or is there an unconditional
adoration in technicolor.

An answer to leave one to
cherish selfless, painted strokes,
no matter the shade,
hope within graceful miracles
that it's known

if ever a shallow breath should find its way,
someone touched will feel it,
and for this love,
they will breathe deeper.


Word of the Day Series

Easter Candy and my Third Child

Hip
                      Hop



from here to                            there.


Placing candy

EVERY WHERE.

Chocolate Bunny or Jelly Beans?
Do kids really know what Easter means?

Mine up this morning ready to find
decorated eggs hidden behind
assorted places they know all to well,
"WAIT! Kenny! Don't eat the shell!"

He is only 2 and now he cries,
I am stressed from all of the "bunny" lies,
so I sit my kids down and try to explain
that they must not eat their candy in vain.

Big round eyes, sweet little souls,
possessively clutching their Tootsie-rolls.
They watch me intently and try to listen
as I explain Jesus, and dying and sin.

"So candy, I say, really has nothing to do with it at all."
I notice their faces, their bodies so small.
They blink as if realizing that they cannot ignore
that there's more to Easter than CANDY GALORE!

Satisfied, I nod, give kisses and hugs
feeling those heartstrings pull and tug,
my kids should know that there is a story
behind the candy, with morals and glory.

I am pleased with our moment, I start fluffing pillows,
"Daddy's up!" "HAPPY EASTER!" he bellows.
He bounds down the stairs to their somber faces
ruffles their hair, starts searching out places,

the children staring as he goes around
over-acting his part in treasure being found.
he stops, looks at me, hands on his hips,
pouting and pursing his grown up lips,

eyes on the kids exclaiming,
"Well this is just dandy!"
and before I can stop him,
"Where's all the candy?!"

Emote

Slicing onions
to cover and coat
tear-stained neck
ragged, chapped throat
sharp edged freak
missed the boat
can't close her eyes
throws the remote
splashes the sink
watches it float

not one little word,
on the list he wrote -

a million lifetimes
no need to emote,
laughs futile irony
soft scent of his coat,
loses her mind
in the ink on the note,

all it said  -

we need milk,
and bread.

Word of the Day Series

Precipitant

headlong into thunder,
the screen door slams,

sky-face-arms-out, she spins
precipitant, her

cracked inevitability,
peppered twist

lets the rain
wash her dirty plates

laughs, catches mad drops
on her cherry-red tongue

Word of the Day series

Heart of Palm

begging
fang tooth bruise

the zest morphs into
one long circular peel

dropped from the sky, light,
feels new upon open palm

where the heart is
begging

Circuitous

consumed trace,
fingertip blush,
swerve round, mimic
winded feather float rush,
swirled heavy air,
curving undulation

melted fast,
born, estral heat,
ego fangs
bite the meat,
loving life's earthy ring,
we face, existence

ambient heart,
angst hemisphere
live in love,
love in fear
counter-clockwise, and
still, circuitous

Word of the Day Series

Change

Dark, warm pocket,
fingers encounter change.

Heavy metal holds fast against the sky.

Squint my
very dry,
tired left eye.

Clouds disappear at night,
to hide behind
quarter-moon eclipses
or perhaps inside,
suspended high, the
milk glass globe
in the sky.