A Closed Heart

A cold wind
Encapsulates the heart
Despite a mind’s wish for peace.

Controlling though knowing:
A lost cause–
While accepting this fear.

Sitting to face the cobra
Hissing and launching venom–
A smile in acknowledgement.

Florida’s Song

Florida sings her song

of bright flashes

and booming claps. Percussive

tapping–a distinctive rhythm

as some run for cover

and others slurp up the gift.

Cicada’s Cacophony

Cicada’s cacophony–

an air raid siren

a symphony

ideas separate

beliefs

from reality.

Well Dried Up

Her idea well dried up

Leaving thoughts hanging

Amidst the empty spaces

Of the muse’s house.

 

Prompts to tickle the senses,

Expand a mind

Too tired to entertain

Expansive concepts.

 

Feelings torn between

Confusion and discontent

Helplessness and excitement

Drive this aimless ship.

 

Sitting down to write

She only sees the black page

With tales transparent

And locked behind her closed mind. 

Falling Leaf

Stillness of a falling leaf

Cast away and caught

On the wind’s breath.

 

Distant growling above

While the sky’s blankets

Filter the afternoon light.

 

Orchestral voices singing in praise

Of an eminent shower

Drowning out thoughts, emotions.    

Cannon Fire

Cannon fire as volleys fall
Bursts of light
As rounds ignite.
Just another summer attack
One of many.

These bullets feed the ground
Begging sagging leaves
To raise their hands
For their drink
Finally arrived.

Cicada Song

Thunder’s distant clap
Awakens dormant life
A cicada song.

Nature’s Suburbia

In nature’s suburbia
Space is made
For those coming in.
Old residence booted out
New neighbors moved in.
Cleansing fire bulldozes the path
An end for some which
Revitalizes the landscape.