New Poems

Twenty Crows

I counted
twenty crows today,
twenty crows
upon the wire.
Straight and black
with heads held back
And eyes

that glowed like fire.
Against the wind
they held their line,
huddled

in the morning mist.

Like a child's dirty

smudge
they would not budge
'til I scattered them
with a kiss.

Loss

Her bones lay still

and silent now

and all her dreams

have fled.

Her secrets left

some time ago
before her flesh

was shed.

She mingles

with the tangled roots

of weeds and trees and flowers;

rosebuds spring

between her eyes

seeking summer showers,

and when the rain

has passed away,

each petal sheds a tear,

and all her bones

cry out for love

as if she still is here.

I Want To Live My Inside Out
I want to live
My inside out
I want to sing
And dance and shout
And caper
Madly
Deep within
The outside
Of my secret whim

Silence
silence is
the lamp that lit the attic space,
the light that chased your shadow
down dark corridors of memory,
a sound between sounds,
a sound at the edge of sound,
at the tip of tongue
before mind makes words,
silence is; silence is
the figure in a black coat
taking count of moments
waiting to happen,
the doctor tapping
at my heart, a cat
outside my door,
and silence is the sum
of all uncaring angels, unanswered prayers,
absent gods and the tears one cried
in silence




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