Thursday, June 4, 2015

evening routine


forget tenderness
serene silent threnodies
rage deep in my soul


shines in his deep eyes
as he spirals in circles
through the garden leaves


ranting and raving
in the overwhelming light
collapsing in sweat


he sticks out his tongue
and bangs his head on the wall
behind the garden


mother revolted
by the dark blood on the wall
screams in tender fear


oblivious he
undoes the lock on the gate
washed clean by the moon

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

beneath whispers

the heart alone
has taken charge
thoughts fill too slowly
prayer acts as referee
between the heart and mind

the dance alone
has vanished bright
thoughts fill too darkly
prayer acts as laughing joy
between the feet and mind