1.29.2012

conch

discovered that looking inside herself
only led to deeper, darker, tighter spaces
that failed to bring clarity or
breath

so she  resolved to face the world
where she found
white sand and salty waves
shared their own
breath

1.25.2012

emerged

surfaced
burrow escaped
sharp air floods lungs
eyes squint against the sun
a world so vivid it seems foreign
emerged

1.23.2012

dreams

singing from a depth so my much greater than herself
she projected notes and melodies and a hope for
a life that was bigger than where she stood
but only slightly smaller than
the dreams that were hidden inside her

icy waters

toes dipping into icy waters
off the dock of tomorrow's expectancy
"it'll get warmer as you get used to it"
they always told her
but summer, was a long way off

1.22.2012

wisdom

it came not in a rushing torrent
a crashing wave
nor a surging tidal flood

it came in the sweep of a slow stream
the current of a steady river
a life giving estuary

1.18.2012

atmosphere

bubblegum beats rising in the dark
lifting their hearts to new heights
starlight glittering in their eyes
pulses racing to the frenzied tempo
providing altitude to a generation
yearning to be filled and lifted
to an atmosphere
far from here

1.03.2012

40 caliber

steel and polymer recoil against
her palm with each shot of lead exiting
fiery flash of gunpowder
in her nostrils and under her nails

1.02.2012

yellow

isabelline morning warmed by flavescent skies
chartreuse blades and citreous songs in chorus begin to rise
from goldenrod and gamboge hues, bumble bees are made
'till luteous and citrine sunsets, slip into ochre and fulvous shades

1.01.2012

Tabula rasa

a blank slate a clean sheet, a song yet unwritten
fresh start, new beginning, memories to be made
unburdened with the past, unfettered with regret
this new year offers a change to begin
anew