Frozen Walk

Frozen Walk

Icy shining trees in the park

glistening this noon.

Earth crunching

Everything

protected with an icy shield

A mild relief no more cold can filter.

Sparkling, transparent

frozen gel

Freeze shielding the freeze

Clinging to arms

outstretched to the unforgiving sky

Opaque white treetops

Await the melting heart

of afternoon sunbeams that

Neglect the day

Icicles dangling

from this historic city 

everywhere

frozen in time

Like the iced statues in the Boston Garden

On a summers day, fragrant roses sweeten the breeze

Only my crunching feet now.

It seems to explain the immobility -

Living in an abstract painting

Shown to dismissing eyes.

Sweet Toothed Adelaide

Sweet-Toothed Adelaide

There was once a girl named Adelaide

Who loved sweet foods like marmalade.

Orange and sticky,

Spread on toast thickly,

Each day, after she played,

She always craved that marmalade.

One day, her front tooth wiggled.

Its that marmalade, said her Dad with a giggle,

It will rot your teeth.

They'll all fall out, leaving gums underneath!

Will not, replied Adelaide,

And I'll never stop eating marmalade!

Suit yourself, shrugged her Dad.

But brushing your teeth isn't all bad.

Adelaide smiled so brightly

Then her front tooth fell and bounced lightly.

Oh, no! did she scream.

This must be a horrible dream!

My mouth may need a Band-Aid,

But must I stop eating marmalade?

You've lost your sweet tooth! Daddy teased.

He smirked, laughed, and then he wheezed.

Its not funny, pouted his little girl,

My marmalade's my entire world.

Daddy preached, Losing your tooth is not that scary

Maybe you'll get a visit from the Tooth Fairy!

You mean, my worlds not lost,

Asked Adelaide, except my tooth, which has a COST?

Adelaide flashed her gummy grin,

Skipped to the fridge and peered in.

Hey, at least my sweet tooth has stayed,

As she tasted more of that sweet, sticky marmalade.

Hot Cocoa

Hot Cocoa

Hot cocoa

cradles my lips in

steamy sweetness.

A hill of fluff

floats like a white raft

atop the chocolate waves.

Floating like the clouds in '78

that brought the blizzard snow

I played in many years ago

when I returned home

cold and wet and 

hot cocoa

cradled my lips in

steamy sweetness.

Sunflower

 

I recall sprinkling

moist, fertile seeds

as I strolled barefoot

in dewy grass.

A large vine attached

the top-heavy sunflower face -

Bigger than my head and

shining upon me

below.

I sprinkled her seeds.

I wonder if you will

see my apparition

when those new blooms

begin to smile.

How I did yearn to

see that

Resurrection.

Gentleman Caller

My doormat -

a regal seat for a princely creature

of guinea pig size.

Luminous green skin

lime glow and tender eyes

Cognizant staring

A cautious study

Puffing a translucent chin and throat

We are to the other

alien and undiscovered

In one silent moment

I crouch, extend my arm

His throat stops bubbling

Eyes widen

a low foghorn echoes

Bleeerrrrrrp!

a sudden three-foot

vault propelled by

amazing,

unexpected legs

extend from an airborne body

Smacking green flippers against concrete

His leap just out of reach -

Into the darkness.

Our interchange is complete.

Bidding Shadow and Resistance

I. The Bidding

It is time again

wail your way if you must

step, step back

to that dreaded side

Familiar and feared

Tainted like a Halloween moon

with unanswered echoes - 

and flashes from your past

that you dare not utter

Whispering passes your ear

in disguised tones

Follow Me

to that trunk of tattered and musty remnants -

They delight in throwing apparitions

Into your sweating dreams.

II. The Resistance

I command you to release me

from my mind's eye

All fragments of you

For you are only my Shadow

You serve a purpose

But I will not feed you

I will resist, bathing in the release

From the prison of your pelt

and the jail of your Judgment

I sundance in this second's solace

Like a sparked engine revving

My mind races away

to a beautiful, distant nothingness

Glipse after glipse,

a labyrinth of

Captured colors and popping bubbles

appear at the touch of this moment

I am nothing but this moment

Which is Everything and Bliss

I am a curled chrysalis~

When radiant wings emerge

Will dry like powerful new arms

Remembering trickling dimensions

like a magnet, I am

Pulled back to my Freedom

City Dove

City Dove

The mauve pigeon roosts

like a discerning sibyl of the city

below her bridge

veiling her dove eyes,

suppressing

her mauveness.