Category Archives: Art

Ghost with Child

yesterday
lightly keen’d the heavens
that today
into fresh gardenscapes a breath
might empower hallow’d Mother
her Newborn-To-Be to bequeath
with the gift of wondrous Spirit

thoughts in hand

Us
within a carousel
of swimmers and joggers
of low surf castle builders
of gulls and lost kelp
of sky and sand and ocean
and of all their speeches—
even then
sometimes
it’s just Us

Pu

Kahuna’s pure chords
Heaven’s break of Day invok’d
so smiles Melia

(Back from 1 month Staycation with best friend from Australia.  Relinquishing the heavy party favors for normalcy.  Peace, everyone.)

 

 

endanger’d species

th’ ancients spoke of life
outside the cave—
when sounds were emit’d
from lips
till lips became fingertips
and fingertips thoughts—
when emojis became the light
in darkness
and darkness made us fear the light—
while under the eyes
of night and day
were creatures on the loose
not so intelligent
but somehow more content
within that breath of fresh air—
no longer ours