Circling days I once followed the moon Mother of expectation, mother of many moods Of course, I had no language for the Tides inside my mind, the swellings in my heart, the pulse Patterns of tears and rages rising That fell away, but rose again, sure as a morning Times I’ve eaten it, watch it … Continue reading Day 17 Moon Landay
Day 16 Skeltonic
This morning’s glory A brand new story Unexplored territory Mundane or revelatory I seek an allegory Record a new day’s history Amused mundanity Bored urbanity All about vanity Disciplined insanity Can this be called humanity? Another game of cleverness I’ll try it without bitterness And join in this togetherness But hardly call it effortless.
day 7
I Shadorma The word alone broods gathering deep blue dark morning before the rains come recedes in shadow II Red Sky Morning Everything waits, wavering song chorus creatures singing water III (and by the way) This is not My favorite way tapped knee count drumming words While trying to make some sense Of an exercise … Continue reading day 7
Early Morning Poems 