Drummer...

He played for an audience of one
When the crowds were not there to distract
The drum answered him when he called
To translate his staccato dictation

Pottery...

I stumbled upon this at one of our taekwondo retreats
One of the cabins was used as a pottery studio
Inside there were bowls and vases of all shapes and sizes
I liked this one in particular
It was rustic in form, with free formed edges
In contrast, the imprint was elegant, uniformed and planned

Storm...

The storm was coming
Brewing beneath the icy surface
Like smoke billowing from a forgotten cigarette

Unrehearsed...

My favorite necklace, held it up, shot it with my iPhone

Uneven
Unscripted
Unmatched
Uninhibited
Unique

Weathered...

old church hallway (sooc)

Stained glass warmed the peeling layers of time

Warning signs...

The signs were there, she just chose not to see
Warnings of danger, of what might be
On thin ice she tread, ever testing fate
Wishing the next step, the hurt would abate
As luck would have it, that layer did crack
Wondering should she forge forward, or quickly turn back
Ahead was the promise of something new, something light
Wallowing behind was that "it", dark as night
She started to swim with confidence she never had before
Wading, exhausted, she pulled herself to shore
The ground pushed up to meet her, giving her time to realize what she had done
Whispered gently in her ear, "no need to look back, my love...you have won."

Motionless

Against an amber sky
They float on invisible waves
Motionless
Until the tide changes once more

Veggie silly...

Rather be a radish

Beats being a beet

Onion know

Being me is rooty veggie neat

Cold...

How cold it seemed on that January day
Looks can be deceiving, what can I say
Stature forlorn, weighed down by snow
But I was there and the truth, I know
No, it wasn't weakness or shame at all
It was not a day to spread her arms or proudly stand tall
For on that day the sun shone down and on leaves, a glisten
She was bowing in gratitude, the sun's wisdom she respectfully did listen

I know what I saw...

My moon on left.....Chinese artist's watercolor landscape on right

This is what my mind's eye saw when I looked up at the moon tonight
It witnessed depth and texture and layers just as an artist might

My mind's eye could only hold the image motionless for a mere moment in time
You see, clouds and stars and the moon refuse to follow a set line

Guess...

One
A tongue
One
A road
One
With which to stick
I'll give it a moment
Just a moment
For my rhyme to finally click

One thing...

Even in a sea of beauty you can still find that one thing that takes your breath away

One thing that makes you smile

One surprise you didn't expect

One sparkle that feeds the glow inside you

Even on an ordinary day you can still find it...with an open heart...you will see it

View from a playground...

Playground at Union Square

Soft edges of a child's sight
Admiring the hard edges of the adult world

Downtown

Meet me on the downtown train
Leave one life behind, the new one will never be the same
Pick a number...the six, the five, the four
You'll emerge at the end of the line, ready like never before
Accept the solace afforded you by the metallic drone
Then welcome the sun on your face, be proud of how you've grown

Time...

Before her eyes she watched him change
Once so dependent upon her, now he had found his voice
In awe she recognized his confidence as he strode upon the path before him
Unable to help herself, she followed in protective watch

Put out to pasture...

The sun rises a tad earlier than the day before
And shines upon her cold metal skin
Abandoned where once she toiled
She now gratefully welcomes each new day

Quiet flower...noisy bug...

Every flap of his wing sent a shiver through her petals
Every step felt soft underfoot
The volume of her fragrance, sublime
The chatter of his movement, welcome distraction

Unknown...

The excitement was unbearable
The path set before me beckoned me deeper into the unknown
Trees turning their backs on me for fear of letting the secret be found out
Unaware that my feet had already made their decision
I ran before I could change my mind

Halls...

Deep within the echoes of the walls
Each step is measured in precise time