Wednesday, April 12, 2017

The Sun

The sun rises
earlier in the day
The birds are aware
change is in the air
For them
it's instinctual
for us
something else


Sunday, April 2, 2017


I eat sorrow,
your life, my
loss, settles
in the esophagus
I push with effort
You move on through
chest, diaphragm,
Forced into lower
passing through
the ends of toes,
a molten liquid, returning
to ground
"ashes to ashes"
"dust to dust"


Although opposite in character
this poem was inspired by 

"The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
The branches grow out of me, like arms"

Written for 

Prompt Nights – Light is easy to love. Show me your darkness – [45]