The Moon Makes Silver

I open my window letting in the moonlight 
I see an owl on a moonbeam flight 

The moon makes silver on my pillow
Runes scatter on the weeping willow 

My window dusted with dreams open
Night blooms hold my words, unspoken 

Calligraphy of the cosmos in the skies
Changes the color in my eyes

Only the November wind between me and the sky
And all the nature I can descry.

I went all mushy seeing this

I guess it’s Mother Earth’s  way of saying that she is still around .. 

At Night

at night 
blind in the darkness
so many reasons to sleep 

Beard Nest

There once lived a man with a long beard 
In his whiskers, his pet birds he reared
One fine day, his balbo  gave way 
Birdies lost their nest, flew into a fray 
Smeared him with droppings 
Pecked the hair off his head 
Sheared off his shaggy eyebrows 
To the jungle he had to repair.

Free My Words

I
let my
Quill move
Under your hands
Charged and electrified moving through words
My mind writes into my burned out fingers
Carving the page
Freeing it
From being
Burnt..
Let's 
Perfect
Aurora
Of spring's blossoms
Embrace the cadence of stardust's glow where
Solitary syllables come undone
Heart releases
Thunder of 
Freedom's
Peace
Pull 
Up a 
Chair and sit
Next to my soul
Let me show you how poetry has touched
Shaped me and made me who I am
Come, fill my quill
Spill some ink
Free my 
Words.


#Tetractys 

 

Chartreuse Dreams

I set off on one of my autumn dreams 
Under sunlight’s pale golden beams
Meandering tawny meadows 
Looking for gilded harvest rainbows 
I muse into gurgling brooks, streams 

Trees prepare to bare their soul 
Cascading russet, copper leaves fold
To lay down a carpet of gold 
Nip in the air warmness stole
Braes hibernate as I stroll

I breathe a palette of earthy hues
Air crackles in the ruddiness that brews.

Happiness reigns supreme 
In the footfalls of my chartreuse dream.

Sole Talk

His sneakers would squeal on him if they could talk
Groaning under his weight as he took a walk
They felt all worn out
Carrying a man so stout
He went places where he shouldn’t have been
Them shoes, literally let out a scream
So they gave him shoe bites, sore toes
Adding to his list of woes
They stuck evidence on his sole
He fought barefoot to salvage his soul.

War

humanity bleeds 
as world leaders go forth for 
a cause unworthy 

Better Half

Sitting in solitude 
She feels his words rise on her breath 
Like an angel he sparks her soul 

Lighting her wings 
Letting her fly 

Hé graces her ink 
Making it distinct 
He is her symphony that serenades silence in time’s frame.

She feels his touch 
Golden , fragrant 
His knowledge eternal 
His wisdom in her heartbeat radiant 

His breath wraps a tune in her head
She forgets her pain 
Because there is laughter shared 

She lives and she learns 
In ivory pages and midnight yearnings. 

My Fix

I dwell deeper into my thoughts 
My quill finding it’s way across the page 
Even when the sky loses its stars 
And I get caught up in pain 
I can make the ache in my mind go away
Because to me writin is dope 
And the only thing I need to be is 
A poet