Breathless

in a world
where beings inhale
the stuff of life

I find myself breathless
where to breathe
this
stuff of life
consumes, confuses and constricts me

If I were a tree
no birds would rest
no squirrels would play
for the leaves are falling
and Spring has forsaken me

Eye Music

Footsteps no steps
marks of breath
busking butterflies
shibboleth.

Ways in, ways out
fragile quest
thrumbling `n` jumbling
ragged rest.

Pregnant pausing
smiles of glass
coffee and a cake
eye music blast.

DeciBells sing
church refrain
tree bending plaza
coup de main reign.

Sunset, sunrise
time to flee
macabré masquerade
imbibed reveille.

Choral mélange
cloud’s-eye view
nothing beats it more
than the human zoo!

Gut feelings

I’ve started my next project. Inklings have been forming and feelings are stiring in my gut.

It’s been a while.

Four little acorns into my new WIP. I say, let nature blossom. Let my words evolve. Let the universe connect.

That’s all for now.