Water Garden (A Sonnet)

speckled blush upon the bice

sequined in each reflection

the teal now doubled twice

with wind in each direction

and Koi beneath the mirror

swimming ‘round in liquid air

where their peach blurs are faintly clear

‘round and ‘round and ‘round to be rid of summer glare

bolting marigold

among the mimicked tree

and parody bold

with no seen flee

empty and hollowed

for those who have followed

Dark Wood of Error



It is dark, dank and reeking of wretchedness

Pulling to a place more fallacious than where you wander

Beyond lids with lashes curled in muted scream

Rayless, sunless, engulfed in bice

As bile slicks around your throat

In fear and ceasing wails

Aphotic and drenched with fear

That hangs ’round your heart

And swindles all gaiety

Cloaked in a malicious vert

And casing fragmented light

Jilted and drowning in torment

Honeysuckle Grove


If you pad down pavement with some

places in particular and chipped

you can walk against the wire diamonds

that are peeled and worn

there you can leap up

the steep but steeping


and follow paths gray to messes of tangled

and dangling trees with bronze coated leaves

that whistle and chime to the wind

sway and sway to the melodies

and drink in their honeysuckle


some buzzing with life within

amongst their hollowed homes

where the honeysuckle swirls and


dancing white shoes

tapping to the their music

and leaping there invisible steps

up and down

some circling ‘round

to their destiny of vine and there to


perhaps to children’s homes to show

them the honeysuckle groves

so they may come and dance

at nightfall

with their little white shoes

upon tiny feet


It is a darkness

An abyss


With a fullness of dank

That slowly

Must be chipped away by time

And humanity’s urge to deepen

To spread it

Like a spider’s web

Chisel and chip

Piece by piece

Drawing undefiable need

To be uncovered

To be revealed

The inescapable wire that has


Coiled onto our subconscious

Driving us

To examine the unexamined

To uncover the covered


Concealed and clandestine

colored ivory against

a blackened umber

only to break this encasement

and unfurl

Green youth

wisps lightly up

expressing  blues

a repetitive color


So the sky is ever bigger

in Texas



*  2nd place winner Haltom City Poetry contest 2012


The wood in its damp

Its raw jeweled green

Its cradle for all needing

In its life containing lives

Who like me depend

Depend upon the sound of silence

Smell of fresh dew falling off contours of a leaf

Into my palm outstretched

Longing for the inspiration

Longing for the words to form

A poem in the raw jeweled green

My walk to inspiration



With what was just and right

With God within her moral

For just and right was god

For just and right was she

And blown upon the ungraved

Blown, smoothed, covered, and poured

Fresh and black upon

The old timed withered and crumpled

Held pinned by hubris

Tacked upon blue and sky

Where the clouds saunter

Left and right in endless tearful blue

Going nowhere

And leaving tracks of nothing

Etched in decree it was

Decree that sealed a cave

Black upon black and darkness

Holding dear life which longs

Which yearns, which begs for

A darkness

For oh she is lost, she is one with dead among the living

Billowing white it blew

Caressing dead of a beginning

Loose and white, delicate

Weaved with what promises life made

In a noose holding pale and porcelain

With a flush drained

And to a kin seeming irreplaceable



*First Place Winner the Elora Writers’ Festival 2012(Canada)


I am entwined

Weaved in the moss and umber

Smelling of dew

And reflecting

Oaks patterned in the blue

With a dearth of sound

And intricate sewing of roots

Moving loam

That bubbles with life

And lives

by the faint babble of a brook

Dappled with leaves small and ever so dainty

Like inspiration

Brimming sunshine in a cup


*Published in Amazing Kids! magazine

This Impression

Twinned in auburn

with masts piercing dappled sky

reflecting a truth

that rests upon the lily pads

blurring an impression

by those black stripes of a rowboat

reflecting a truth

in the eyes of the onlookers

who search for solace

in the deep changing blues of the sky

this impression