Why did the chicken cross the road?
Seeking those
Answers
To complete her life
If she will ever get there
Could she lift her twig like leg
And take a step
Or lose her life
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Did she really think she could make it to the other side
Or become one of the black smudges
Textured
Another death
Completing this shadowed picture
As the cars continue
Their race to nowhere
Sting of wind
Burns my face
A reminder that
Love is gone
Like the wind
Beginning strong
A gust to
A winding wind
through my limbs
embracing me
softly curled
my fingers leave
falling down
to the ground
wafting along
a tempest gone
I met you that bright day
You blew in with the golden leaves of fall
Our laughter spread into the forest
Where time passes slowly enough
To build our fortress of friendship
Branch by branch
Twig by twig
Securing our structure
But nothing is perfect
And there were holes
Letting the sunlight through
In the winter we huddled together
In the fort
With make believe tea and toast
To warm our bellies
Our heated secrets
Fueling the fire of friendship
Melding together
But the wind blew and our fort wobbled
So we “secured” it with twine
And brought in the new year
With toasts of bubbling glasses
And faces lit like fireworks
In the starless sky
Where resolutions were made
Possibly with regret
Now that I see
Yours was unkept
Or buried
Buried in the sand of summer
Our fortress on the beach
Taking hours of work
To reveal
A stunning sand castle
That
Delighted passers by
Yet here and there
Small lies surfaced
And rushed the entire spectacle
Washing it away
And I was drowning in it at first
But then chose to look the other way
And focus on the stunning sunny day
But the sun faded away
In the distance
There came a call
A battle cry
Founded in untruths and lies
Posted on the internet
Where nothing truly dies
Like a coward
You hid with your guile
For reasons unknown to me
But then a glimpse of light
Because there was a pattern
That I began to see
Your forts
The way you build your forts
Is so very different
Than me
Your reality is steeped in make believe
And my gut feeling told me
To run
To leave
Gaining strength in my every step
I ran and ran
Back to the forest
Where the fort was now gone
Just sunlight standing on the spot
Where it once was
I was stunned
So difficult to understand
How our branches broke
And our twigs scattered
The sun beat down its truth
This was not friendly ground
That day
You knocked the fort down
Beneath your exterior of
spiked violet fading to icy blue
there lies a calm
sleepful, restful
hypnotic trance
feathered within your beauty
unique tranquility
where you reveal yourself
from fruit or flower
and kindle me
into deep slumber
January
With its hooked “J” ready to catch you an unsuspecting fish
The beginning of a new year
When we didn’t want it
With its spiraling ups and downs
Another chapter in this worn endless book
Of the
Un-connecting mix and match of tales
that make up your life
how it would be reassuring
to know that in twelve months time
you would have time to
placate
to think
of the rush of the past year
to relive your glories
and fast forward
through the losses
never having to add a new chapter
to your abyss of a book
black and looming
January
Is not a fresh beginning
Its blank page
Uninviting
For it is just a gust of wind
Forcing you
To write
Your inky letters
* Published in the International Austin Poetry Anthology 2011
* Awarded the “Silver Key” Award for the Scholastic Art and Writing Award of 2012
Casting golden light
From heaven
Onto the oars that have been left
To fade in the deepest blue
Quietly you shine
Leaving your bright veils
A marriage
Of water and eternity
Reuniting each night
Far into the
Afterlife
Starry night
*Published in Amazing Kids! magazine
Cluster by cluster
We are bursting into flame
The great orb filling our goblets
With fire
To kindle our souls
So we can glow
Because blue is the only color
We do not come in
*Published in Amazing Kids! magazine
*Published in FRED Mensa magazine
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