pics and poems
The parameters for the poems are arbitrary; I look at the photo and write from the voice that I hear from that particular face, the emotion expressed, and I stop writing when I’ve come to the bottom of the photo. It seems to work out pretty well so far.
do not disturb me
for anything less
than a change
in fundamental
laws for
the way it has been
has killed me
too many times
there must be room
for my heart
my direction is north
my answers are yes
my heart is alight
with songs in my breast
my chances are good
but the journey is long
i will not surrender
i will not go wrong
i care not for looks
care only for truth
i feel it, i know it
as i did not in youth
stunned by wonder
this beauty could kill me
with fulfillment
make it unnecessary
to continue to live
i must take a breath
or sink into the earth
it’s almost too much,
this lush fertile birth
i’ve no room for answers
nor questions unasked
this moment of breathing
my sole, urgent task
struggle is futile
yet i struggle still
so strong the constraints
that wrap me in layers
i cannot imagine
escape
for my prayers
yet still i must pray
and cry for relief
even without
the solace
of belief
