Archive for August, 2012


With the start

as fresh as bright white sheets

hung out to dry

eyelids flutter

admitting dazzling light

feet make contact

with what seems like

 a narrow wire blowing

in a strong wind

a vivid dream

still clinging to  branches

loosens it’s hold

of the sleep tree

 mind’s fuzziness forms thought

cup of coffee

body responds

with its forward stumble

to the kitchen

 toe hits a chair

sharp pain jolts you awake

you close your eyes

but can’t escape

this day has YOU in it

No hands doth a heart have

How then can it hold love

 carry burdens heavy

or touch another’s

This vessel which feels

 passion, pain, love

 without end of depth

hath no need of these

nor limbs of any sort

for it holds, carries,

touches, feels in ways

hands could never

unless they turn to ash

 Damaged or broken

 still it beats on

physically whole

the shattering silent

to ears and eyes

while longing

for hands

to hold it