• my mother 5-21-18

    my mother like no other suffers her suffrage
    in rage the storm ignite her form
    a peddle pusher drawn
    warm as a stem
    where flowers grow as firm a fern may bend
    her art is everything kind
    the beauty is in her beautiful mind
    that translate to the page
    it feels so good when we’re on the same page

    the night is blessed she sleep to rest
    her bones
    in spritely dress she does her best
    a nap she cover with a throw
    to paint what ain’t now known
    the rain may ache her toe
    so many paintings she really should show

    standing still she take her pill
    she love those pickles garlic dill
    roasted peppers anchovies she eat her fill

    Raymond makes her laugh
    takes a shower every morning
    just like june she’s snoring
    steps on the scale afraid she’s getting fat
    to find a book that isn’t boring
    the buildings maybe black
    color them shiny or mat

    there for everyone she loves
    she loves everyone
    accessible sensible benefactor
    takes a moment to ask a question?
    who am i now that Harold is gone?
    68 years listening to him sing off key
    he was her best friend

    mom i can’t live without you
    you are my sunshine and my rain
    you are joy and Palmolive
    you are ivory liquid-
    the tide rushes into cleanliness
    you take away my emptiness
    mostly by stuffing me with yummy food.

  • conceptual triumph

    complexion soft vibrant
    graceful conceptual triumph
    certain truths melodious kindness
    moon struck aplomb

    fruitful endeavor quickness tempered
    enemy blind curbed sight a scenic salutation

    time lost enlightened lady has undone a fate
    strengthens faith in work we undertake

    for all the world will not ration
    the rattled ramble enwrapped let go embarrassment
    I’m fine because you tell me so

    of a mind that forces bend and throw
    in a moment the years come and go
    and I am here in ocean swill
    to curse the undertow

    peace cease spoils in ruin rant tumultuous industry
    illusterous benifiscent symmetry
    ever changing beauty illusive
    condusive imperminent

    child sweet soft tender
    stellar romantic as a star
    redeem the sender the old wise words
    that has me throwing barbs

    whose life deepens with cries
    the destiny arrives fleeting meeting of minds
    that curse the turf when objectified

    adore you i implore you
    so much more meaning
    when past the point of ill
    sanctioned by the witness of the will

    the evening’s cherished precious chill
    enhance time and place a cozy chaise
    would never wake
    the great escape fought for in my prayers

    blue skies through tree limbs aspire to be armed
    never was a wilderness so warm
    trouble isolated in the open air

    hard for me to open up but please pull up a chair
    we would dine and drink the wine
    if only you were there

    my defeat my concete does not negate you care
    i maybe meek a doctor to seek
    I feel too humble to repair

    but now will change along the road
    of rocks and stones
    in the many miles yet to roam again with you my friend
    to grant so human
    tireless waves rave underwater caves flooding

    mellow in mental melt downs to ones own conclusion
    best request yet to move on I find so moving

    shaker like a priestess
    wearing ceremonial robes preaching to the choir

    putting on your bejeweled dress of fire
    believing in me I am not a liar
    what transpire

    puts the heart back restores the mind in it’s case history
    i languish in the richness of my estate

    found to understand to suffer illegitimate mistaken identity
    freeing me to be as well as I am
    underneath it all-a memory

    thank you for holding my hand
    a heart break mending
    you’re healing felt deeply to the core.