Bits.

1
I send wind,
To hold up your spirit kite,
Tugs heartstrings.

2
day and night
blending together softly
rise and set.


3
shopping bag
with weighted love in paper
coming home

4
glittering
a broach on beloved one’s breast
a symbol

5
winter wind
yet too warm soon too chilling
coming cold

6
blue knuckles
cold clinched prayers of hoping
shakes the form

7
letters gone
returning unstamped at noon
loosing words

8
words on word
spoken together mutule
noise playing

9
a blue sky
with a red kite on a string
four hands hold
10
the left foot
stepping forward looking back
then tripping

11
falling down
cascading the tablecloth
dinner rains

12
then they gasp
standing in cluttered silence
waits in time

13
the killer
in gray shadows he’s creeping
hunting eyes

14
in rising
laughter gathers up quickly
joining all

15
dinner roll
destined for melted butter
rolls away

16
watchful eyes
gathers oversights quickly
and silent

17
movement stills
white walls wiped with rose wine
sounds echo

18
the next room
holds happy people singing
most off key

19
cat licking
butter from furry front paws
purrs content


20
kitty cat
too old for endless playing
still pounces

21
the carpet
traction against polished wood
slides aside

22
a flower
over the heating vent warms
with color

23
sunshine goes
in torrents of drizzling
no snowflakes
24
darkness comes
kitty sits watching the change
colors blink

25
rising warmth
rustles leaves and gray cat fur
both content
26
loosing warmth
the warm current rises slow
cold remains

27
without pounce
the carpet remains unmoved
flowers bloom

28
soft singing
time turns numbers onwardly
spirits slip

29
returning
without within with sadness
carries on

30
middle aged
sitting fat on the sofa
football game

31
youngsters sing
of snow with out any snow
in tee shirts

32
old ladies
recalling dinners of past
of friends gone

33
baby cries
trucks full of doll
clothes and guns
wet diapers

34
gathering
circles of time and ages
tears in eyes

35
grandfather
words of reverence spoken
a spoon drops

36
ringing phone
messages of some good news
words exchanged

37
torn paper
ribbons for hair and brushes
music soft

38
boxes hide
no cat to drink the spilt milk
peek-a-boo

39
singing song
trucks rolling down the highway
family

40
in walls bleak
dripping with mud and dull pain
ivy dies

41
prison wall
mind over matter disperse
iron bars

42
watching still
in shadows beyond windows
stands alone

43
insanity
reality of touching
with cold steel

44
escaping
one for another again,
switching back

45
prison keys
wrapped around your leather neck,
the cat watches

46
confined mind
can’t see release in plain sight
quiet rules

47
darkness screams
a soundless voice of your fright
cowards drool

48
lost to self
watched from a hilltop shadow
gone at noon

49
walls of stone
confining less than wild thoughts
enters Gloom