Friday, April 29, 2011

From this to that

Like a question mark
my small hands grasp
and twisted round
and round until
the wire clothes hanger
came undone
sprang to life anew
two marshmallows pierced
and thrust into
the open fire.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Either Or

Either or
is at the core
always frames
and makes a game
of this for that
or I'll take back
what once was me
and set it free
and let the mind
be not contrived
and stuck in time
as some incline
to do
when drawing lines
that divide 
from the more.

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Midday Dreams

As the world slows
to the beat of my being
the hard and sharp
edged and cold touch of reality
slips away oh so slow
that even I
dissolve in the warmth of
mind alone
in the fading light as eyes
shut and all that is left
for me to play
faded and broken
and hastily pieced back