Psyche

This craving to think
Obscures the vision I see:
The pearl glistening.

Start

At no loss for words,
Now just waiting for feelings.
A stirring within.

Form 

A parade of new words
Chasing this glimpse of the heart:
Life thus reinvents.

Still

Moments unmoving
As total silence ensues.
My heart doesn't beat.

Games

There are no monkeys
In the monkeyball tree now.
So what sport remains?

Ready and Not

The door before me
Appears as my way back in.
Or you're coming out.

Standing Inside 

I knock on the door,
Awaiting entrance divine.
I'm already inside.

Gulp

She bares the first breast.
A smile appears on her face.
I swallow too hard.

Closure 

The glow from the sky
At the finish of this day
Draws me out of time.

Days Gone

The barn has no horse.
Only mice scamper about
Looking for sugar.

Lost Again

This table with chairs
At which I’m sitting alone
Cries out for a friend.

The Gauntlet 

The phantoms disperse
On this cemetery run.
My feet pound the earth.

Tender Trouble 

I’m too much in love.
And of no help to the one
The love stirs inside.

Writer’s Party

If words were my friends,
We’d be all sipping our tea.
And talking of words.

At a Table

She ate all alone.
I offered words for dessert.
We nibbled as two.

Decisions

Good, cheap, and speedy:
I wanted everything thus.
But had to chose two.

Pharaoh’s Perch 

Pyramid above,
Black bird sits on the apex.
I’m subsumed below.

Departure 

Moved by what dreams seem,
I walk through all the portals
Never to return.