I want my heart to moveto stir– to be touchedinto excitement,to pangs of poignancy… I want the worldto thrill me,make me laugh,delight me,inspire me to dance, to sing aloud,to share,to givefrom my own open heart… to reach out,touching other heartsgrown stiff and coldto bring them back to life,to light– where all our hearts began. ~2000 …
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Love’s Not Always Pink
Love’s not always pink–It’s what you feel and livenot what you think.Sometimes it’s what you giveor are allowed to takeor nothing you can havefor someone else’s sake. Love’s not always song–its voice not always heardor clear and strong.Sometimes it’s just absurdand makes no kind of senseOr it speaks without a word,has neither rhyme nor tense. …
Possum: Caught in the Act
Upon discovering a very young, small possum raiding the cat’s food I am small I am fierce I will biteif you poke at meagain! I will gnash hiss snarl biteif you bother me,you Big! Snap hiss See my teeth? See my teeth?!keep back or I’llbite! bite! And turn off that bloody light!I’m a Creature ofthe Night!Small, …
Horse Sense
The horse in harness casts an eye of woeand plods along her daily weary path.Perhaps she dreams of places she could goAnd disregard all masters and their wrath: –Of endless meadows green with knee-deep grassand running waters cool and fresh to drink…–Of vistas wide and open… but , alas…these things a horse is not supposed …
Octopus
Lurkingloosely, blobbishlyunrolling,your enormousbulbous heada-lolling,with a kind ofneckless graceas you come pouringdown the faceof rocky covesand coral caves that shimmerwith a most enchanting glimmerthrough the roofof pulsing waves–Gem set in a jewel…Red or yellow,white and polka-dotsor maybe cobalt blue:Loosely committed to your shade,your shape also definedsort ofby whatever space you fill…And yet, in youa hunter’s will…And truth be told,you’re really rather …
LOBSTERS ON PARADE
Across the abyssal plain,in waters weighted with the entire oceanand as utterly black as night can be,lit only by the thrashing sparking flaringof creatures bizarre by any notionof ourselves, the lubberly kind… Across these heavy deepsin measured tread of little feet crustacean,they march, determined in their questwith thoughts in mind, if there is any thinking,of …
The Song of Hungry Cats
(borrowing a tune from Les Miserables) Do you hear the kitties sing?singing the song of hungry cats–They are a feisty fetch of felineswho are hunting in the thatch!Do you hear the cats’ demand?Say, do you hear that hungry sound?If you’re a mouse, you’d better runor your life is done! Will you interrupt your sleep?Will you …
Here, Kitty Kitty…!
The cats have run away to hide,They do not wish to go for a ride.“Oh no, I won’t!” the wise cat sings–“Rides generally arrive at unpleasant thingslike trimming of claws and shots in the assand minor surgeries… Thanks, I’ll pass!”The cats are crouching in unlikely placeswith wide opal eyes and resentful faces.Under the sofa they’d …
Dreaming
I saw a vision, riding highup in the mansions of the sky…I saw bright waters running wild;And stars in the eyes of a magic child.I witnessed dancing Elven folkAnd heard the solemn raven croakIn ancient woods, still, dark and deep–All of this, I saw in sleep.. I heard the yearning Elven song,And soldiers …
Breaking the Heat
The wind is blowing–cool air comes down out of the mountains,night comes over the skyfilled with clouds. Summer heat flees on the wind,last of the summer darkenswith the end of the day. Curtains billow like sailsout into the airand in again, floating on the windon its changes. I turn off the fans,false winds,open all the windows,all …
LOOSELY SPEAKING... 