*
tiredness came in
with this month
short of light
.
the trees light up
flashes in the short
hours fleeting in fogs
.

*
tiredness came in
with this month
short of light
.
the trees light up
flashes in the short
hours fleeting in fogs
.
*
the foggy line
from insanity and
deep pain how far
can we go on
.
hurting others be
cause we won’t
a-knowledge
the experienced
.
rejection
*
my feelings this time
don’t want to stay on
paper or even reach it
there’s is a modesty
to them as they rise
from my aging family
I move from pangs
of anxious pain to
serenity as giving
honor to vulnerability
brought forth a new
sweetness to be
savored alone
.
.
.
*
the forgotten taste
of bitterness hitting
my tongue again
something
I wasn’t eager
to experience once
again you lash out
anger empowering
you robbing us
of our beauty
.
.
.
*
I quiver as the sun
comes back out
from behind the trees
I remember being
fifteen drenched in
too many questions
boiling over in the
heat of the sunshine
evaporating upward
leaving
room for silence
to fill each single
gap each crevice
.
.
.
.
.
*
the best of all
times comes when
I such enjoy
stillness I do not
.
need words to describe
fullness, feelings
lined up nameless
do not need
.
recognition sounds
afar as on my shoulders
sounds near so close
blood runs and cries
.
such as the earth
sights for water
received deep down
welcomes it so are
.
those wonderful nights
spent waiting
having it all
.
.