We are blue
And rearing
The hem of our water patterned lace
And still
You
Cry
That you cannot escape our sapphire embrace
How
Do you not see that we are protecting
You
Within our aqua curtains
Concealing you
So
Do not end your life
In the
Grainy, dry
Sand
Struck against the rough charcoal strip
Light
Is in the lantern
Engulfing dead space
In warmth and hope
Darkness
Upon an icy gust of wind
Curling
Around the
Single
Hope
The single
Light
The single
Ray of warmth
Within
Breezy
Ruffles becoming in a rose petal dress
Floating curtains of spider silk
Nothing amiss
Ringlets of golden yellow hair
Curling onto a faucet of slender ebony
Acorn cups
Brimming with piping hot nectar
Sweet as honey
Fragile twigs forming the windowpane
A slight sparkle in the mossy room
As if
Dusted with moon light
Winking violet eyes
Containing
A secret
Both lock and key hidden
Vanishing as eyes wide open
Looking in
*Published in Amazing Kids magazine
Dropping down
Through the endless
Sky
Falling in clear tears
Clean and pure you are
Knowing you have
One single moment
To live
Rolling down the side of a slick yellow umbrella
And splashing onto a rubber rain boot
With no drama
No grand finale
You join a simple puddle
That will dry tomorrow
No later than tomorrow
I remember,
I remember a giraffe I once saw
She seemed so wise as if she had seen everything from those high omniscient treetops
so far above the earth
But, she didn’t, the only wisdom she possessed was an inability to voice fear because
she couldn’t
because she wouldn’t
her gaze of serenity for carrying the knowledge
which
led to a piece
a piece of silence
But this is not as it truly was
That, I shall never know
For I, a human cannot go to a lost moment
No matter how many pictures or stories I hear or see
Because
I
do not know
how to go back to a moment
I have not found my remote of life
So I cannot rewind
Back
Back to a lost moment
A blow of life
filling
your
being
with
knowledge and air
Filling you round as
a perfect moon,
in a
perfect place
You
Soar
Climbing the spiraled staircase to infinite possibilities
and
mirroring the imperfect world
in a crisp
photographe
A plump finger reaches up and taps you oh so gently on the shoulder
And you fall in the droplets of your creation
Fall down
down
to the ground
You will remember how you never touched the sky
[or were ever even close]
As you shatter into a thousand pieces
*First Runner Up in the New Zealand International Poetry Contest 2011
There is
but one
picture
On the solemn gray sidewalk
In the early afternoon
Unable to prevail
Remaining
Only a
Muddled
Pool of
Color
Flooding into the cracks
And
The creases
Of a face
Now
Distorted
In pain
Lost
In what was
A
Picture on the sidewalk
An ordinary picture
A disordinary picture
Of
A way of living by the grace of the solemn gray sidewalk
*Published in FRED Mensa magazine
Upon the day
you
live
along with the ephemera
in your dark and glooming wood
that you brighten
In the gloaming
your stem slenderly arched in a “U” of uncertainty
of unearthly
transient petals peeled back
as if
afraid to show the world your abundance
which will last a day
Only a day
and facing down from where you came
Down into the rich nurturing loam
as you
fall
and
break
and
die
but did it ever even matter?
that you never saw the sanct sun
or
the trees cloaked in a mossy green
or
your livid petals floating off and into
the hair of some child laughing and spinning
in the air
Lips stained with strawberries
that you will never know
but
did it ever matter?
Did you ever matter?
*Published in “The Pen” (Pittsburgh, PA)
* Published in the 2011 Diverse Youth Anthology ( International Poetry Festival in Austin, TX)
If…
I do not reach the golden orb
Which you call the sun
And as I wonder
What deems it so powerful
This center of all life and creation
I will
Grow
and
Learn
But if I fail
I do not belong
Here
On Earth with this honey glazed star
Amid the glory
So I inch my way up
Up to the heavens above
Published in A Celebration of Poets 2012
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