Storm Watching

lightening

jagged edges pierce the night.
bright shards of light break the darkness.
odorious, ozone currents of plazma blue the air.

thunder

drummers pounding on a million skins wake the silence.
deep rumbling shakes every soul.
broken is the sweet envelope of slumber.

rain

a single drop leads to a sunami of liquid sunshine.
steady downpours purge the earth.
the afterscent is a clean, fresh perfume.

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Spring has Sprung

Catepillars are inching their way to transformation into gossamer-winged beauties. Buds peek from their winter graves enticed by bright beams and buzzing bees. Flittering are the squirrels racing hither and to. Gliding and jumping and gathering food.

Morning is filled with a cacophony of sound. Sit. Quietly listen to a plethora of bird song. Spoiled breath from the night is renewed by cool ribbons of air. Kissed by dew and cooled by the moon, it freshens the day. Sunlight streams in forming mirror images on the sheetrocked walls. A new day has begun. Spring has sprung.

Left of Center: Thursday Poets Rally 41

Angles a’jangle and elbows akimbo,
Eyes and limbs askew.
A hem hanging down and a tilt-a-wheel hat
defined all life that he knew.

Life was a cobblestone complete with a trip
On each and every third stone.
Storms with gale force winds was all he had every known.

The wind ripped his umbrella backwards.
Rain danced familiarly on his head.
Life was left of center
with elusive bits of brightness
that sparkled in the labyrinth of his head.

Faces

He wore the face of a jackal underneath his public face of sly.
Sly as a fox.
Smoooooooth as cream.
Words from a serpent with a two sided tongue.

She wore the face of an innocent, underneath her public face of perplex.
Perflexed by him.
Bothered by him.
Understanding words from his two slotted tongue.

Together they danced a dance,
Faces twisting and twirling in the wind.
Out of sync and with limbs disjointed,
Assemble, changement, plié,  relevé.

Lead was the jackal.
The next day lead was the jackal.
Lead was always the jackal.
No chance had the innocent except on the sly.

Finally the jackel wore thin and innocence looked away.
Looked away to a new face, an inward face. Her face.
Made new.
Now a bit smoother.
Now a bit sly.

Uniqueness

Ebony. Cocoa.
Cappuccino.
Ecru. Maize or Saffron Yellow?
Dazzle us with a hue
that uniquely belongs to you.

Wavy. Kinky.
Afro-napped.
Mane relaxed or braided back?
Parade your hair like a crown.
Never cast your eyes down.

Pixied. Scanty.
Skeletonly thin?
Mammoth? Unctuous?
Marred in skin?
Steep in virtuous health.
Sleep in heaven’s wealth.

Jeweled eyes brilliant and emphatical.
Enerringly. Calamitous.
Dive to the wisdom of old.
Dive via the gateways to the soul.