My Poems (In progress)

Meeting For Worship

Sunning themselves high 

in unclothed branches,

feathered ornaments 

perched on maple tree

fingertips.

A white frost flocking

gives structure to the grass

below.

They bathe in light that gives little warmth

and plump out in hopeful anticipation

for noon.

Gathering for worship,

Cheep cheep cheeping

their hymns

On Sunday.

Just Chillin' My Eyeballs

Whatcha doin' Mom?

Just chillin' my eyeballs.

How do you do that?

My fingers are ice cold, good for soothing

my swollen eyes.

Why do you do that, Mom?

Because it feels better after I cry.

Today the Ceiling is On the Floor

Today the ceiling is on the floor.

I'm tracking it all over the house.

Wet white muck

gathered and stuck

In the crevices of my brown 

running shoes.

Love and Gravity

Earth, moon, sun

You and I and the baby.

The invisible string of energy

That connects us all.

The Night Daughter Moon Let Down Her Hair

She makes a bright profile against a dark background.

Long, free flowing cloud hair,

Waves of white.

The little mermaid of the ocean-sky, 

travelling by sea horse on a carousel,

She too, has no voice,

a silent swimmer-rider

passing starfish.

Floating up and down 

on her journey through the bay

Outside-of-Atmosphere.

Tethered, riding merry-go-round

With her flying mane.

The Colors of My Daughter's Room

I watched her walk under the arch,

St. Louis in the Spring,

that gateway to the west.

The sound of suitcase wheels

scraping concrete

rolling away,

following tennis shoes.

Then at home there was a space.

The one I tried to fill by starting

fresh.

Roll up the posters.

Paint

Four 

Silent

Walls

The colors of my daughter's room

change with her absence

when I have hope

of her return.

We share a past.

One walked away

and someone stayed.

The tone I spoke,

a sound that flashed!

Let go of longing

the past undone.

Walk into now,

with older eyes,

the child grown.

Pink curtains stay

because I compromise

this new condition 

of my liberty.

The Trampoline

My heart is a trampoline.
You can jump up and down on it
And I will bounce right back.

Your Best Friend

We were laying side by side,
On the blanket you made,
My favorite Christmas gift that year.
The sun was streaming in through the dusty
blinds

You said,
The sun is your best friend.

No, you are my best friend.
I've lived through lots of sun filled days
Years of them.
They don't make me feel
the way I do
when you are near.