flight

kite lifts high
on her red wings
above the horizon
tugging the sting
as if to be free

golden

the last nights star fades
in the mornings blue light
offering promises of peace

mine

rain drips from the roof
falling in even patterns
upon my heart rhythms
equating exaggerated
blueprint in my mind
what style and kind
must transmits mine

spring

burning ditches
valid but now
my nose itches

words

words just flew
right out my ears
leaving me blue
empty i moan

waves

one note flowing into the next
as if an oceans blue wave
this is my lifes quest
moving my text
toward bliss

damsel express

help! i am a damsel in distress.

i can not find a mosquito.
is it under the leaf?
is it in the tea cup?
is it by the well?
is it on the zinna?
i’ll look over the fence.
is it behind the door?
is it beside the window?
is it above the chair?
did it fall off the roof?

goodness I am weary.
buzz buzz!

oh my! here comes my lunch.
zip!

i am a damsel express.