I throw pebbles at your windows When too silent you have been And you marvel at the things I know Despite what I have not seen . You throw pebbles at my windows And I wonder how you know Exactly what I need to hear To make my soul's shine glow
Poetry
Creative Constipation
The words! -they are eluding me Traveling to places I can't see It's maddening to know they're near Singing songs I cannot hear The delicate flavors go to waste With gourmet things I cannot taste My body senses -oh! so much And yet their words I cannot touch While wafting on the breeze I smell … Continue reading Creative Constipation
Overwatch
One sits afar off Quietly watching Gathering intelligence Listening to the chatter Often saying little at all Except where perspective And wisdom are needed Then lending quick responses That verify and validate The path that's already known
Golden Gaslight
Warm golden gaslight Beckons in the frigid night Tendrils of yellow heat are Fingers reaching to my heart Welcoming me home . Senru
Kindling
The kindling has been gathered The tinder has been too There's stacks of well cut firewood I'm just waiting to go through For season upon season I've dreamt of this one fire And building up the flames and coals Of an inextinguishable pyre At times I have forgotten how To hope for winter's cold And … Continue reading Kindling
Chrysalism
I love and long for Delicious chrysalism In these chilly autumn nights But I'm missing the One who Warms me from within
Dreamscape
A cool and breezy Autumn in gold and crimson Leaves, draped with fragrant boughs of Fir, spruce, and heather sheaves, is The scape of my dreams
Always a Comfort
Waiting red blossom Opens in the warming sun For hummingbird to visit With his calming hum Always a comfort . Tanka
Lazy Sunday
Lazy Sunday greeted me With midday sun and shine As I awoke to autumn's chill And peaceful hope all mine With weighty thoughts and weary mind Last night I went to bed The same strangling feelings which For weeks have roved inside my head Bit by bit I've unwound the ties And cut the ties … Continue reading Lazy Sunday
Golden Hours
the morrow comes with Bright Fame burning fairly til my Soul Shines as softly as the rays of perfect sunlight in the golden hours
