February 2018 – ZACDAQ

Bullet

Bullet

Gliding through the clouds
No visible concern in the air
A handsome little missile
Is on a big-gun mission:
Seek a twinkly jewel
On the ground down below
Though, Bullet will not accept
Any old common thing
Not today. Such a satisfying day!
Or, truly, any other day
He flies and he flies
Wings spread across the sky
Curving, here and there, passionately
An image of patience
Considering the dish of the day
Bullet will soon find

Song of Traveling

Song of Traveling

An internal crying out
International borders
Fading out
Needing to fly away
Not knowing where to go
For sure, he does know
He made a wish today

A click of the mouse,
Found the key,
Scrolling through pages
Passionately
Through many dreams
He’d never really seen
Oh, the possibilities

Sometimes the best
Valentine to find
Is a suitcase fully loaded
What you can’t wait to see,
Foot tapping imperatively,
Heart paired to the beat
Of a song of traveling

Sitting up—
The plane is landing—
Passengers begin the
Anxiety of standing,
Waiting,
Ready to be
Moving along

We’re really here.
Finally here.
In the clear.
We’ve reached
Our destination.

Sometimes the best
Valentine to find
Is a suitcase fully loaded
When you can’t wait to feel free,
Foot tapping imperatively,
Heart paired to the beat
Of a song of traveling

Leave the pieces of everyday
Behind, unwind, now
Pick a place and fly away
You’re worth the pennies
You have saved
We all deserve to enjoy
A holiday

Sometimes the best
Valentine to find
Is a suitcase fully loaded
Where you can’t wait to be,
Foot tapping imperatively,
Heart paired to the beat
Of a song of traveling

These Fragile Lilacs

I submitted my poem The Tree in Me to a poetry journal this year. Volume III, Issue II of These Fragile Lilacs is now live. Click the link below to check it out:

These Fragile Lilacs

To like the Facebook page, here is the link:

https://www.facebook.com/thesefragilelilacs/

Nature’s Shower

Drip. Drop.
I felt the rain
Fall down on me
Onto the earth
From my body
Feeling wild as can be
Dancing through mud
The wind slid over me

A perfectly timed force
Nature’s shower
I ran and I ran
Feeling a sense of power
A heavenly escape
No longer captured
By walls of the day
Arms open, I followed

The dampness soaked
My clothing that evening
Through fabric, to skin
A wakening feeling
The leaving to the calling of trees
The sky called out,
Move along and you’ll see

Run, run, run
Going about like a child
Spinning around
An orbit of a happy flower
With no one around
To take the moment away
The time was just mine
I ran away and away