Fallen Angel

Midnight eyes

So full of pain,

pools of a sorrow that

run so deep the

bottom cannot be found.                                                        

Hair of rubies,

like fresh blood,

that frames an ivory

face;

lips, mobile and trembling,

the loss of her smile

breaks your heart.

Angel,

bereft of wings,

a stray feather falls floating

towards the ground.

Her face lifted to the sky,

arms lifted

beseeching,

an answer to a question

that never comes.

Cast down.

Forgotten.

Unworthy.

Alone.

Small Miracles

Dawn...
slow awakening, pinks and blues;
bird song that whistles in the day.
Skies that open an amazing blue
with powder puff clouds,
warming as the the sun climbs higher.
Soaking in the sunlight,
plants feeding and growing,
daily bustle of life all around.
Evening, a slow decline to a fiery sunset,
dramatic close to draw
the curtains to purple twilight,
the gentle chorus of frogs and crickets.
Every day a small miracle
of life waking, living and sleeping once again.

This I am always grateful
to be bear witness to.

k

Bad Penny

Like a bad penny
memories of you keep popping up.
That penny, unluckily, is facing down.,
Whenever I think a day is going well
in it pops, out of the blue.
It's almost funny....
just how often you show up in an ordinary day.
 I gotta wonder why?
I'd scrub you out if I could.
Scour, cut,drive out.
I certainly do not wish to think about you
for any reason.
You are overrated in your own mind.
 There is nothing
worth an instant of my time.

I really need to make new ones.

Ride Out the Storm

Rolling clouds
pushed hard by the wind,
menacing, boiling and growing...
thunder rumbling as the
light show begins,
rapid fire.
It's coming..and in us some primal
fear awakens.
Concerned eyes watch the
sky
and moves us to seek shelter.
Mother Nature having a tantrum
of magnificent proportions.
No reprieve,
just ride out the storm.

k