Friday, March 26, 2010

89/276

it's funny how now
you about to turn 7
want my lullabies

88/277

last night i pondered
as i held your curly head
the end of the world

87/278

lushly tropical
this terra incognita
an ultimate muse?

86/279

there's that night heron
perched in the same live oak tree
such splendid plumage

85/280

last night we watched as
lightening bolts cut through the sky
you snuggled closely

84/281

laying on concrete
your translucent fur turquoise
you never knew home

83/282

dolphin in our wake
your shiny slick grey body
like a torpedo

82/283

jesus mockingbird!
don't you ever tire of song?
chirp chirp chirp tweet tweet

81/284

drifting cumulous
sporadic rays of sunshine
hit and melt my core

80/285

armadillo hunt
instead, a perched great horned owl
amidst spanish moss

79/286

mockingbird singing
a manic cacophony
no preference at all

78/287

i found your sweet face
surrounded by warm blankets
i kissed your forehead

77/288

strange dream last night
a conglomerate figure
grotesquely handsome

76/289

so fatigued last night
automatonic packing
then fell into sleep

75/290

the aquarium
where fish swim in glass houses
missed us on monday

74/291

you and i waited
on the rainy train platform
for warmth i held you

73/292

i saw you again
out in the early march rain
your gaze holding me

Thursday, March 11, 2010

72/293

rising from slumber
your earprint on my forearm
like a pink snail curl

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

71/294

victorian glass
houses explosive color
i yearn to see it

70/295

she lies there sleeping
in the nest of my duvet
hopeful dreams of me

69/296

today bats emerged
ghostly sinuous creatures
rising from the paint

Monday, March 8, 2010

68/297

you and eden worked
collecting long strong branches
to build your teepee

67/298

2 trees lean away
opposing they make a "v"
one dead and one not

66/299

follow the leader
today we ran by the sea
horses in the wind

65/300

and then it was spring
suddenly it's tangible
warm sun softens earth

64/301

rainy march morning
had to listen to tom waits
"who are you this time?"

63/302

this early morning
my tea bag perched on my mug
thank you johnathan

62/303

agenda quickens
like a skipping stone on waves
of accomplishment

61/304

corsage on my dress
music fills the gallery
as the judging starts