just thought--

i heard the rain all along always brought my umbrella because the storm would pass-- did-- again and would-- would have walked through the rain with you, again, would have even danced-- again, heard it all along, just thought-- if you-- but the clouds

carousel

.

:
.

i'd lost my ticket
second glance found you by chance
ride the carousel

:
.

turn back

.

denial plays a
song drive home check blind spot need
to hear that again

.

our tracks and a railroad

.

::

::

::

this railroad was here before me
and before you and here
when you sat by my side here
bright mornings when no one else
existed but us and here when you missed
the train and here when i road
alone here when i wondered why--

::

and all at once understood the silence
before those souls take last breath
lost walk along solitary
final steps on to the tracks
got this one way ticket--

::

but somehow we're here again
back along these railroad tracks
dignified moment of silence
for seen unseen still here and though
so much has changed at times
it would seem nothing's changed

::

and i hear you in the soft approach of
the train in the distance
the tunnel the light the ticket the fight--
fall and step walk run miss-- laughter
whistles past this railroad here
before me and you here when you
sit by my side and for a moment
we look out the same window.

::

::

.

footprints crossed

:

never crossed the mind

unholy footprints side by

side faiths merge we walk

.

:

train de nuit

.



:: missed chances taking you
where you belong
on an old train found with the one
you'd never dreamed of
until today ::



.



:: until today
you'd never dreamed of
on an old train found with the one
where you belong
missed chances taking you ::


.

glimpse

.

dust off the window
peer in-- the world still as it
was we are could be

.
.
.




inspired by ::
train de nuit post on my words and photo booth moments blog :: la voila

night air hums

.

.



.


the slow breathing tick
of watch falling leaves distant
airplane night air hums

.

.





.

nightstand

took denial with
the glass of water on my
nightstand, need to sleep

.

that

that i would always
remember that you'd always
forget----

.

.



.

motionless touch

.


.
.


.

.
hot fresh still open
window curtain motionless
touch this moment lost


...


touch this moment lost
window curtain motionless
hot fresh still open


.

.



.

somehow know--

:

there's a whisper in
the air can't quite hear somehow
know-- it's about you




.
:

and found sleep at last

.

.
.




.


curtains sway drift but
cannot rest with you wonder
what it'd be like--

.

:: in between ::

.
:


water meets land past
meets present you winked at me
somewhere in between



.

song in the distance

.
::

a song brings me back
nights when i was someone else
dancing here driving



::

.

faith

.

smile reflects courage
touch a small pond ripples in
sunlight generous

.


.


.

.


:: inspired by matt ::

Friedreich's Ataxia in the heart :: FAITH

.

old train ticket in my purse

.
.

after all this-- train
still passes in the distance
in our distance-- still--

.

this taste

night still dark as the
cherries sweet stems touch embrace
beside the almonds

.
.

.

don't always want to go

.

.
.
my mind takes me where
i don't always want to go
but sometimes you're there

.

.
.

.

her soft words accented

.

---and the next day gone
not ready-- to arrange her
death in syllables


.
.
.

in subtle light she glowed

.

at her mother's funeral
she watched the wooden box move
down the aisle and tears sympathetic
smiles and glances she tapped
her father on the shoulder
in the middle of prayer
to ask a quick question something about
what would happen next
she leaned on the pew with both
hands then bent down to brush off
the knees of her white tights
living in the presence of her friends
and in a rose scented whisper life carries on
.

.

.

.

.

sit with me

cafe table sun
on the brick wall a shadow
of an empty chair



.
:

.

the ride

.

human emotions
car honks in the street.. airplane
soars through clouds.. leaf falls



.

and this is what i write

::


the poetry of everyday, every day.

{sixwords}

::

seconds

:
sit here in open window evening silence
my watch sits on my desk beside me
i rest my head on my left palm and
pause to think and not think and
somewhere in this moment
i hear time pass


:
.

.

but still

i envelop the
envelope you never sent
words you never said
.



.
:

pieces could fall

.

.
.

.

i can't put you back
together still i can hold
you-- maybe you'll... fall--

.

in between the headlines

.

this just in.

scribbled words on a newspaper
at breakfast today
strong coffee warm walnut toast fresh cherries
how gentle to write like this
tender paper pen sinks in casually glides over yesterday's news
my words pressed in newsprint
on the edge my right palm smudged black ink
the words are scribbled
still-- you--
in between the headlines

.

:

.

.

in between the headlines
still-- you--
the words are scribbled
on the edge my right palm smudged black ink
my words pressed in newsprint
tender paper pen sinks in casually glides over yesterday's news
how gentle to write like this
strong coffee warm walnut toast fresh cherries
at breakfast today
scribbled words on a newspaper

this just in.

.

glow reflected

.

brilliant moon tonight
we were lost and found under
dark sky loyal glow
.

.
.

.
dark sky loyal glow
we were lost and found under
brilliant moon tonight
.

change

woke up this morning
and everything and nothing
had changed forever
.



.

.




..

full moon tonight

.

Darker than the night
i'll write these words without you
blinding bright full moon

.
.

.

. .tangled.

.
.

wish you could unwind--
yourself-- the web-- you're caught-- just
feel what touches you

. .tangled.


feel what touches you
yourself-- the web-- you're caught-- just
wish you could unwind--

.
.

seventeen syllables

.
.
the words are not there
seventeen syllables as
elusive as you
.

.
.




.

the unsent letter

.

your language or mine
wouldn't have made a difference
the unsent letter

.
.

accent

.
: whispering despair
when we laugh-- hidden echo
hints of your accent : .
.

that once you--

.

my cheeks that once you
kissed --stained with tears that once you--
that because of you--
.

mirage of what

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
the mirage of what
we could be in this desert
tempted-- thirsty---
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

flashlight

.
.
turned on the flashlight
your silhouette in my mind
what was i thinking--
;

.
{mirrored haiku}
.
;
what was i thinking--
your silhouette in my mind
turned on the flashlight
.

.
;

train whispers

.

heard the whistle of
the train in your eyes open
window curtain danced . . .
.


.
.

what have i left?

.
.

what have i left

to write about

the dark swirls of this wood--

the last breaths of steam that rise from my coffee--

when all that seems to come to mind is you.

.

.
.

whispers

elusive-- peaceful--
yesterday's whispers glow warm
on your lips-- today


.





.
.

what we've got-- we make

:

strawberries walnuts
honey fresh bread-- warm-- love with
what we've got-- we make
.

.
.

familiar flavors

.

the spices in your
life became mine and always
had been in my tears
:

.

i think but one thing

nothing bothers me
when he's near i think but one
thing-- he'll be gone
.
.

.

and then another

.
.


.
took a pill and then
another, no remedy--
soothe cease kill-- pain, love

.

stream of dusk and sand .

golden tones drench the
sea with lust wheels spin lost in
stream of dusk and sand
.



.
.

scribbled at breakfast haiku 3::

.


cardamon clove salt
sweet tears honey red chili
promise deception



.
.

scribbled at breakfast haiku 1::

.

love disguised fear-- faith
you won't even say it to
yourself how could i--
.






.

you won't know

.
it's the not knowing
and knowing what you know won't
stop fire from burning

.

.
.

words #fail

.


the honey isn't
sweet not today my words to
you have meant nothing
.




.

fall for nothing

.

you don't see my tears.
wipe away your feelings in
one touch stubborn pride.
.



.

your hands

.
can't reach you when you're
there-- your hands are still clenched and
yet-- you're letting go
.

.


.

under my fingers

ideas still wet ::
like paint on this wall sticky
:: under my fingers