Wadded Up
Crumble you up
Like a mistaken sheet in a sketch book
Drain it’s wayward color from my life
To puddled hues
On the floor
Toss the wad to the heap
Of misguided lines and realities
What I want and what is there
Don’t meet in the width of pencil lines
Perspective a-kilter-ed
not meeting the horizon line
Not even a study in abstraction
But a distillation of the red of the heart
Seeping into the fibers of the paper
Rendering it failed and destroyed
And utterly useless
Except as filler in a hole.
Just You and Me
I like the way you touch me
gentle in passing
Loving and decided
Just you and me.
The world is quiet still
Just focusing on
Now
Just you and me
Watching a leaf fall
Twist and let go
Gentle in passing
just you and me.
Flowers
Flowers are flower-errific
they bloom in sun or shade
Terrific little sprouts
That make me happy everyday