The promise of dawn

The promise of dawn

To see future dreams in clouds

To hear hope whisper

The Origin of Writing

Words congregate
in geometric formation
in villages of thoughts and ideas
populated by dreams and illusions

She sketches
images of perceived hamlets
on canvasses of poetry and prose
to soothe her restless soul

 

Rainbows are bridges

from sentient realities

to divine promise

A common sight from Diamond Head, Waikiki, Oahu, Hawaii . . .

If they call you weed

know your ancestors were borne

by breezes and gods.

Liberate your soul

from the illusions of self.

Fly amongst the clouds.

Sunday Serendipity

Last Sunday morning
I had so many plans

a once a week breakfast
of bacon, biscuits, casaba melon, strong coffee
followed by emails and papers checks to be mailed
first thing Monday at the local post office
and mindless dusting of shelves and coffee tables
plus a perfunctory vacuum of hallways well-traveled.

Then a friend dropped by
with unexpected gifts

Her knotted macramé cradling a spider
potted in earth enriched by organic sacrifices
plus palaver on past lives, earth, herbs and such
and we walked amongst tomatoes and basil
while my dogs sidled and shadowed her,
eager for a mere glance, a pat, an embrace

Communal offerings
with a Sabbath heart

re-centered

in a moment masquerading as infinity
her errant winds gusted me from my garden
of welcoming scents bathed in simple colors

into her swirling vortex of feigned helplessness
that ruled with whispers of riddled demands
and imbued my soul with the angst of vertigo

till she landed her vapored spells on a cadre
of workers bred to attend to whims and fancies
of queens cloaked in narcissistic gowns

and my wings were freed to find their cadence
to fly my weary heart back to the place
of familiar haven where my center lives