I am afraid of the horses in the red barn down the road

 and I am afraid to be outside before dawn

 

I am afraid of the men who wear blue and stomp on the ground

just to make a statement, that's all 

 

I am afraid of my neighbor on Sundays

    for they swallow the day before it’s even begun

 

 

I feel a strange kind of feeling

   my lungs become numb

I am overcome by

        Sunday Sadness and

Summer Weather

        for my legs have given up

and my heart sinks

 

 

 

farther and farther

 

 

abandon the feelings

  spring births

for the lavender hasn’t

bloomed and the tea

   is not ready

stand high on a pedestal

     eat the words your

peasant speaks for

Death is in the air

       Oh what a delight, Oh what a delight

 

like four singing crows

     lined one by one

grasping for clouds

while the sun screams

as you walk by with

your knife in hand

    the sky begins to rain

    rain colder than the

Dead Sea

As each night begins

the crows sing again

 

   letting go of those stubborn bees

so I can feel my teeth again

 

when life hands you hope

   don’t chase rainbows

or swim in the angry sea

ask for more flowers at

your funeral and

    let the rain touch your

skin

 

 

 

I stand

   drenched

in the May Rain

     while

thoughts are spewed

and nailed to

invisible walls

where babies smile

where flowers bloom

          from moonlight

all for nothing

nothing for it all

    cold fingertips

ran across my chapped

face

    our eyes met

and everything

seemed to

m e l t

away

CLOVES - Sicko

THE QUEEN

 

  

sometimes i think alone
   in a silent place
 where trees grow between
y e a r s 
and snow falls sideways 
i feel my bones inside
w o r n
 turning to dust for new days
   come with cracked hearts
 and cloud skies

 
woke up with flower petals
glued to my eyelids
   life in color again
i could finally smell the
                 sun 

 

                                                                 blurry chaos 

 

grey thunderstorms
like the sea with no control
i couldn't hold together
the sand and the shore 

                               no more

 

 
as i sit and wait
like an apple rotting 
like a fence with no gate
flies emerge from my face

 

torrey preserve ~ mansfield, ct

white crystal snow
falls down on 
our noses
beautiful silence 
fills the air
as the crescent moon
appeared in the the sky

 

 

the sun reaches for you

                   and the sky begins to drown

 

poem

waking up seaside 

with tea colored eyes
i notice ivy began to grow 
out my eyes, mouth and nose
skimming the beach to find
comfort in this nautical 
graveyard - the half moon 
glistens on broken shells,
releasing and letting go
the feeling of falling but 
never landing - grinding 
my teeth between beach sand 
and stones, trying to 
remember how i got here in
the first place

 

 

      a girl with 
            a
dried 
   f l o w e r 
kind of 
         heart

 

place on

a

   dinner plate

these fingers

which write poems

     because

i have no time

      to find words

for my home was

                             set

    ablaze and

s w a l l o w e d

         my

               brain

WHOLE  

Norah Jones: Tiny Desk (Home) Concert