Anger Mushrooms

Anger mushrooms above you

Lava could not be less endearing

Your cape of shards of glass

Dart filled glares and glances

Hostility is your breath

Isolation your destination

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Read on a Rock

There are signs

You need to be still

They glow, sometimes blink

Others cry out into the wildness

Hoping they will be heard

Barile message read out

Following requires little

Complications are excuses

Its made obvious for a reason

Time

Does the alarm feel anxiety?

As those moments tick by

Is their a double check?

Awakening to call for awakening

Without thinking does time move?

Or is it a shadow passing?

If we repeat things over again

Did time change or what happened?

My calendar, a measure of the past

Reasoned out to be the future

But the Sun calls the tune

The motion of our home sings out

When the language is not ours

Are we guessing the words?

In the moment we are fixed

Unaware if anything passed at all

Faint Memories of Yesterday

Little whisper calls

A flash in the eyes

Nervous energy sparks

It’s the smell of hope

Taste of salt from the beach

Memories make clay of thoughts

Churning inside reaching for daylight

The touch of possible

Stirs lost sensations

Eyes delve for images

Time wisps away from now

Sepia shades of what was once

Crayons outline what could have been

If’s and Why’s dance in circles

Wants and needs choose next colors

Still the whispers persist

Distant dreams vividly wave like flags

Crying out to remind you

Here isn’t a destination but a passage

Faint memories of yesterday

Desperately trying to awaken you

From the sleep we call living

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By the Sea

Rumble of surf pounds

Soft breezes fill with salt

Boats bob between waves

Sun kisses them with glare

Sounds of sand meeting bare feet

A giddy “ooh’ meets an “ah”

Time is a stranger here

Little happens just as planned

Reborn Upon the Night

Two hands break the surface

Ooze separating with uneven sound

Grey film clings until bits slip away

Hands grow to forearms

The moonlight cares little

Whistling wind picks up leaves

They dance an unsightly dance

Mirroring chaos as they scatter about

Hollow grunt spills upon the breeze

Forearms bear shoulders

Clouds stretch thin above

Howl pierces the darkness

Echoes seem disinterested in replying

Shoulders yield a head topped torso

Its form testing movement

Tasting escape upon the night

Decay reborn as embodiment

Our fears break free to run wild

It soft footsteps allow shadows to part

The gentle tap upon the shoulder

As sincere as the handshake

Tomorrow’s Dream

What do I want tomorrow

I ponder this riddle often

Pretending I control those plans

Reasons fly away like bats

Never upon straight moonbeams

Cascading upward, dust in breezes

Idling meanings with purposes

Proclaiming territory on receding tide

I can explain everything clearly

I have no knowledge of why or how

As this sun sinks to the netherworld

My eyes create what will be forward

When the clouds obscure my vision

I’ll repeat this over aftermorrow too

Swirls in the Mind

Thoughts swirl

Like creamer in coffee

Filaments loosely connected

Running like a child

Splashed like a mud puddle

Togetherness for chaos sake only

Rainbow raindrops falling

Without landing on thirty ground

Their mystery cloaked in abstract

Scattered puzzle pieces

Awaiting the hand to assemble

Only fear is that they are meaningless

Empty Space

Cobwebs fill the hollows Places where the heart once beat Polished stone simulated warmth Lovely looks aren’t always welcoming Memory has cruel plaster coating Imperfections glide through life Perfection has its chains