Wednesday, July 17, 2013

A cold, cold day
A bitterly bitter wind
The inquiring look
On the face of a cat
As I stride
Conquering the territory
Of the unconquered
The grinding mill
Covered in layers
of 100% wool
The label
on the back
Yet I'm chill to the bone
and my lips won't move
the words
are stuck
on my
chilly worn out
you need to
read my face
my eyes
my determined gaze
I am curious
about what you gather
and I am eager
to see it reflected back
in your stance

Saturday, May 25, 2013

On the edge

On a precipice
Edge of cliff
Looking down
Into the steep drop
Vast mysterious ocean
Hiding the treasure
Which if I have to find
 I have to dive
I cannot and I must
How shall I do this
Have you done it
Once, twice, never?
Have you stood on the edge
Of a precipice
And wondered
Where to now?
Shall i dive
Shall i hide
Shall i run
For my life
Pray tell,
Do you know?
Have you been
To the edge of the precipice