A Kind of Recovery

Your space inside is cleaner now Cubes of cardboard neatly stacked And packing tape As fragments from the ground return Levitating to my chest And entering Though maybe not in prior form They’re taking shape behind my ribs And thundering My blood returning to my veins Transform these wounds to jagged lines Along my skin … Continue reading A Kind of Recovery

In Your Hand

Today’s poem is one of my early experiments with free verse. Like many of my poems, it was born out of a painful experience that tested and refined my faith in the face of heartbreak. In my metaphor, faith is the cord that grows stronger when you cannot see ahead. Continue reading In Your Hand

Morning

I walked between the moon and sun Before the break of day And watched the painted sky converge As starlight faded gray The light of night and morn had met Within the silent wood Upon the river’s gilded face Their light I first mistook The rippling current twinkled boldly But her song was mild And … Continue reading Morning

A Poetry Debut

The artist, with her palette case Stood in the city square Her skirt reached to the cobblestones Her slender arms were bare And sprinkled round her naked feet Were colors of the rain Where she lingered in the twilight And before the dawn she came Not a shadow of pretension Issued from her steady gaze … Continue reading A Poetry Debut