I balloon
once filled
with the
air of
my dreams
and then
left behind
to wrinkle
now in
the hands
of children
filled with
the marbles
of kindness
and glee
Category: Poetry
Fish
The day darkens
but not night
just some clouds
heavy with memories
that will come
down as rain
a murky haze
a stirred pond
where even fish
lose their way
fish balance too
when sun shines
Still
I don’t need
nuthin from nobody
I don’t want
anythin from anyone
I’m a hermit
in a cave
or a castaway
that found sand
on a mountain
or an island
Ornament
The glow
that floats
across floor
and lands
in a
million pieces
scattering trapped
raindrops glowing
on windows
into ornaments
hung cautiously
by hand
and this
then is
my favorite
future to
ever see
Moment
When doing
do it
don’t think
about doing
something else
be one
and become
the task
disappear but
not into
the mind
but into
the action
and therefore
the moment
