Watch the way the river rolls Every ripple has its rock Watch the way the time goes by It’s nothing like the clock Watch our conversation end Like we forgot how to talk Watch me find my way back home Like every door is unlocked
Category Archives: poetry
A blind man sees beauty…
A blind man sees beauty With the tips of his fingers A deaf man hears the sizzle of the grill With the tip of his tongue A man without love feels Something missing in the pit of his heart A dead man knows everything Now that he feels nothing
Three more short ones…
television god preaching to the atheists miracles and grace trespassing again on your private property next time post a sign close your eyes for me see the things that can’t be seen tell me what you see
Three short ones…
the wind outside begging for mercy caught in the trap coffee for two mercy for millions lessons for one cloud across the moon the voice embraces silence then echoes in memory
Behind the long stare
When I was young Hands pulled at my skirt. Now children and grandchildren Tug at my hands Seventh Century Japanese rice-planting song
