5/2/11

There is a child locked in a cell,

Where oft he sits and stares and cries.

It's iron walls protect him well,

From hurtful deeds and callous lies.

Yet, no one comes to care for him,

For no one is allowed inside.

From, time to time, he calls to them.

But none reply, and so he writes.

He pens a tale he cannot tell,

For no one hears.  And thus, he scribes,

About a child locked in a cell

Who often sits and stares and cries.

5/1/11

Today we move the loose debris,

Discarded during lifeless months,

The scattered branches, stumps, and leafs,

That blanketed the landscape's skin.

The fertile earth draws breath, now freed,

From coverings that block and shunt,

As reclaimed light and warmth received,

Infuse renewal from within.

The season's canvas now prepared,

Restores ambitions all at once.

This soft resurgence fine and fair,

Awakens minds and hearts to scheme.

Where once life languished and despaired,

There now erupts exuberance,

As fragrance carries on the air,

Sweet blossomed promises and dreams.

4/30/11

Sitting round a bonfire,

Staring at the flames,

Listening as the shrinking pyre crackles out our names.

Warning us in shadows,

Through the smoky gloom.

'As in life you burn and glow, you too shall be consumed'.

4/29/11

We dine outside our home tonight,
And toast our woes with fine repast,
To mock our demons and make light,
Of toils and trials we shall outlast.
We gather up what has been spilled,
And mend our wounds among our friends,
Then wish and curse and laugh until,
We must endure the world again.