Water and clay

Change brings about the falling
Ice turning to rain sliding away into the dirt,
Muddy clay that sticks to the soul
To the hands that dig for truth
In the passing of a thought
Led silently astray.
The gentle movement of time
As it lays shining like glass
Broken on the pavement
Of just another day
Wrecked by the mind that grows weary
As thought betrays with energy
And a starseed awakens to words on pages
Dust to dust
Filters through the furnace
Sucked in to the pipe
Of eternity.
White coats cold
Fingers tight throbbing
Holding the light
Trying to see
That which will keep safe
Coyote dreams of death
As the scorpion goes forward
The journey known from its being
It’s destiny of destruction
If taunted into the sting
The memory brings.
I see the beauty yet feel apart
From silver drops that fall flat
Smashed to pieces
Caught up on boats made of leaves
And I whisper to the bitter wind
Coming home was all she said.

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The end of innocence

As the solitary fish swished in the plastic bag
Keeping tempo with her walk
Tap tap in heat of a summer day
No mercy when young love is the prize.
He holds her hand and smiles shyly
Leaning down kissing her sweetly
And she knows this moment is making her heart
Burst out of her chest where it lays trapped
Like the Orange fish in the bag
And feeling so alive,
The glow from within she feels grow inside
And she looks around to see who may bear witness
To this, her crowning moment
Her first love.
Days pass into night and swimming creatures
Not meant for such things
As love and fairs and heat
And the tap-tap of the bag against a young girls leg
And life moves forward like an accidental dead fish in a bag
And she cries a bit to see her little prize lost
And her heart breaks more so
When she sees the big prize gone,
Swimming away on the midway current
Lost to a prettier livelier fish.
She goes home alone then
And she sits in her room
Watching as the trucks carry her memories out-of-town
Broken down and lights shuttered
The smell of cotton candy and sweetness
Now hanging stale in the air.
Trucks rumble by in the night before dawn
Into the darkness and through town they roll.
An empty dresser but for
The glass jar sitting empty and creatureless,
But she knows someday it too will be full again
With splashing eyes and her mermaid dreams
Of the prizes out there to be won
And the trucks that left will back around
Setting up to begin again
But she will be wiser
Not giving so freely
Knowing she must work harder and harder
To build the inner fire
To believe in what truly is
Her radiant beauty lit from within.
To win the prize,
To be the victor of the game
That in her heart of hearts
She will be the one to win.

Silly thoughts from my youth and the realization that fish don’t live long in a ziplock bag in ninety degree heat and that love takes work, not just a single toss of a ball or prick of a dart and that with age always comes the wisdom that she is her own prize and to cherish her worth always.
Peace and blessings, K

And I

Loved you like thoughts that run
Flowing like the coolest water
Cascading across my brow
Sending shivers to my senses.
And I sat with eyes closed and I
Ran images of each moment
Every stolen kiss
And the color of your eyes
Like the sea
As I swam and I fell deep
Into to the pool of broken wishes
And damaged dreams
Only to find them whole
And unbroken,
Like each shell I gathered in the sand
Treasure to take away to remember
Moments that slip away and through
Shadowed images I know someday
I will no longer recall
And I could taste the scent left behind
Of vanilla and almonds that grew along shore
In paradise spaces of sky and sea
And the life that kept moving
With the moon and tides
Where I couldn’t hold on
And I sat and watched it slip farther away
Felt the muscles ease into a breath so light
Almost as nonexistent as the thought
That sits on the tip of my mind
And I see it as it falls into the deep abyss
Of a long ago bliss faded
Like the color of your eyes
And the pool within
I drown
With pleasure.

The heart of balance

Into the night the mind sweeps out

Cobwebs of yesterday

Fresh and new the soul lives

In the moment caught between

Here and now.

Silver light seen through haze

Hello my friend and welcome once again

To this moment of peace

Where the dividing line gets lost

And blessings protrude the hearts realm

And the whole of it all

Lays softly down in sleep and dreams

In lands where fireflies come again

Upon my shoulder gently lands

I am here

I have not forgotten

As I carry you through the spaces

Of a tear that falls in sweetest memories

I open my hand as your essence falls

To the earth once again

You are all around me in this place

You’ve come back full circle

And on my face the ashes

Of joy and love that can never be lost.


I felt your essence falling
Like fragments of stars
Turned to flashing lights
In the midnight darkness.
This journey left me
Searching for a proper time
To let you go
To dust on the wind
That will fall from my hand
A small bit of a former self
Now whispers in the stars.
A million fireflies tell me
Let set you free in deepest woods
Where shadows comfort
In pine and maple,
Where wind flows down the path,
The time to be
At the witching hour
The places you visit
When I speak your name.
And I will walk among your ashes
One last time to reach out
In this place
That will no longer be
As familiar as it was
When you trod upon the earth
And I fell into step
By your side
For that last walk
You and I.

The dying season

Where the grass met the mound
thick clay dirt covering
cold below the warmth of sun
casting shadows
on life now gone.
Digging deep to place
the soul of season passed
winter to spring
and I feel alone
once again.
Daffodils fading placed upon
the thick stone covering open eyes
that no longer see
and I can still smell the essence
on my hands as I carried you,
your fragrance of sadness
of sickness and forever sleep,
or perhaps is it my fear
the scent of another goodbye.
The Jonquil grows higher
each passing day moves us
to sun rise and set
towards our calling to come
to be part of the earth
to be in the cycle
revolving around
to return once more.
Yet where the grass met the mound
like cracked earth exposed
I see your place
from here to second base
and your sister lies at first
and I stand here at home
watching the final run
as we tried to outrun the touch
the grasp of death,
sliding into the wet dirt tagged,
game over
and I am sadly

Thoughts on losing two of my cat companions within a month of each other and seeing their stone resting place like a baseball game. Moxie on first, Meep on second and I have erased third just because home is where we all want to be and I am tired of this field.

Star sister climbing

She seeks her new horizons
Beyond the stars she gazes
Her feet rushing forward
Steps turn into a faster run
Flying she soars
Finding her tomorrow.
Dying to herself
Before the day she’s born
Lost in silver clouds
She moves effortlessly now.
Seeking the eternal sunshine
That turned her eyes so green
Running free I see
The vision as I close my eyes
Lost in silent reverie
I miss the friend
No longer still
Flying away
She has found
What she had looked for
The place among stars
Her sisters of the cosmos
Her mother of the shining moon
I turn away alone
Better for having known
But sad for the emptiness
That now remains.

Her words

Jars of words
Fleetingly passing
From thought to wisps of paper
Smiles in ink
Tucked away
Like birds in a cage
Her words moving
Pushing against the bonds
Seeking escape to be free
upheld and flying away
Into the atmosphere
Feathers moving
In bliss of love.
Her words falling
Touching down gently
Upon the lonely souls
Lost to her
Yet still remembered
She remembers the sense
The feel of each one
Like a precious gift
She gives her words
Wings to fly.

She who is gone

Days and years gone
She walked into the woods a child
Returning a shadow
Never been the same
And they say the goblins found her
Stealing her magic
Her laugh
And her eyes search the horizon
Looking for something
Of which she never says
But behind the green orbs
She doesn’t live there
She wandered the world alone
Looking for her treasure,
Finding bits of it along the way,
But it was never quite the same
As having it whole
Of knowing it was hers
She disappeared once more
Into the sky bird she flew
Leaving behind her pages
Her words,
Her reason and purpose
That no longer served,
The invisible map seen
Only by her eyes through the dreams
Leaving a mist
White tail feather she flies
And I don’t know if
I don’t know when
She may return
Or if she will find
Just what it is she’s looking for
The wizard to cast his spell
To set her free to capture
The soul that became
The shooting star
Through the icy land of cold,
Her ghost leaves a chill
The child girl I remember
She who is now gone.


In this moment there is
A step off of the carousel
That is you.
In this second there is a clarity
Like each time before
Day after day
The circle turns
Like a distant song remembered
Of watching the wheels
But they do only that,
Go round and round
And when the tread slips
They wobble so unsure
And then it is the role
Protector to hang on
Or to let go,
To let lessons be learned
And as the heart dies just a bit more
With the knowing of the pain,
The mind logically says
It will be okay
Let it be
Let it go
Set it free.
The hardest lessons
Knowing the path to take
And the knowing
Yet being yet again held back
To trust foolishly
And once more to be sidelined
By the coach who doesn’t want to know
The rules are there for reasons,
The narcissist feels not the application,
Just the succumbing once more
Of the subversive
Waiting to rise
To be heard.