Tag Archives: smile

mini death

 

 

wishes are fishes

he touches me with his smile

every time i die

 

and still i survive

life’s excruciating want

my heart falls wider

 

on a cloud i am

my feet dangle in the sea

purveyor of all

 

i am a spider

my ribbon is curling wind

spinning the future

 

i sweep myself deep

i crush me into liquid

cupped in silken hope

 

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Crackling Leaves and Soup

 

My father is here to

entice art from the sky,

his instrument of choice,

a sort of….

musical obscurity,

an ancient  silver rising

of voices and tide.

He swings a racket

to capture dreams,

and earths them …..

like lightening,

crackling leaves

and soup.

He is a lover of marmalade

bitter and orange

and his smile you ask

?

his smile is

a winter fire

a lullaby

his smile is Shangri-la.