Monthly Archives: August 2017

Wild: Boxed

Wild, free, and flowing,
Expressed in numbers and dates –
Boxes on a page.
Wild, powerful, and deadly,
Calculated and controlled –
Boxes on a wall.
Wild, forceful, and strong,
Captured and harnessed –
Boxed in a stall.
Wild, wordy, and skillful,
Held by statistics –
Boxed on a stage.
Wild, soulful, and strange,
Expressed in cold jewels –
Boxed to amaze.
A box is our comfort,
A rational and a frame –
Our system. Our solace.
Our calling. Our cage.

What We Can’t See

There is no map,
No x where it’s placed.
In fact, its location
May not be a place.
It cannot be researched,
Is not written in a book.
It cannot be told, and
It may not be seeable –
No matter who looks –
And yet still we search
For what we can’t see
Because when we find it
We learn how to be.

Waging War

Particles of Earth –
Cut grass, tossed pollen, and dust:
Nature waging war

Arrives Too Short Too Soon: Riddle of Clues

What arrives late when you’re early
And comes after you’re late?

What’s too short for “too”
And rhymes with “above”?

And what’s gone too soon
But never leaves?

A Bouquet of Impressions

Read as an apology
Offered as a predictable gift
Sweetly scenting the avid gardener’s home
Enchanting the romantic and
Styling their clothes

It Is Not For You

SAGE: It is not for you.

ADOM: They need help. I could help.

EBO: You could. But can you?

ADOM: You don’t think-

SAGE: -It is not for you.

ADOM: I don’t care! I’m going to help.

EBO: Adom, no! [Sighs angrily.]┬áThat fool. They’ll… Oh, my gods! We have to save him.

SAGE: It is not for you.

EBO: How can you say that when… Sage? Sage!

Burning, Living Green

Vibrant, living green,
Darkened and edged with yellow:
A fire without smoke

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