Thursday, October 28, 2010

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Grounds For Puddles

Puddles. Stomping
grounds for rubber
boots or church-shined
shoes. Grounds
for oodles of delight

to smile in a flash
of white and a clash of flesh
off which impulses leap
and land in squeals
and a splash. Innocence
grounded in

grins and in screams
unleashed, as wiggles,
giggles, and tickles smash
and alight. Children
into puddles, like moths
to a light, ripple delicious

igniting like sparkles.
As if skyrocketing
souls up into the bright
rainbow hue of puddles,
childhood shimmers out of view.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

What Truly Is Love?

is love a feeling
moving mountains within us
slated to dwindle

is love a friendship
flamed by being together
being who we are

is love solely deeds
done for another freely
without thought of self

is love fantasy
simply fabrication
designed by our mind

is love genuine
a gift left by the roadside
without recompense

is love about me
and about you or does love
exist without us

is love in the void
between the substance of me
and you fusing us

is love just haiku
syllables strung together
lassoing the wind

Thursday, February 12, 2009