Tag Archives: songwriting
Smile Brilliance
When dark as of deep spacesuffused my troubled mind,the smile on your facebrought light of being kind. The darkness in me shattered at the sightof your warm smile filled with kindness light. In darkness I was in,when hope of light … Continue reading
Calathea
I saw you in a garden storeand loved you at first sight.You seemed a masterpieceof leaves that drank the light. Calathea.. You’re not the kind of lovethat makes me sweat and pant,but still I love you andcherish you, my plant. … Continue reading
Freckle Archipelago
We made a plan to island hopacross a southern sea.Our breakup caused that plan to pop,yet on her own went she. But islands with their shores of sandhold less appeal for methan those I traveled with my hand,in love, caressingly: … Continue reading
Sappiness License
You sang with your guitar upon your lap,a song you worried carried too much sap,but like a tree draws life from sap within,your sap brings life because its genuine. Your sap may span the range from sad to happy,and you … Continue reading
Flutist Muse
For Miriam When silence is clothed with sound,its outfit can beat a suit,especially, I’ve found,when someone plays a flute. Who? Who? Who? An owl will hoot.It’s you, you, you, playing your flute. Acoustic sweetness savored,as though of fresh-squeezed fruit,is delicacy-flavoredwhen … Continue reading
Gorgeousness Absorption
Beneath tall trees, I bask in dappled lightthe morning sun relays between the leaves,the city forest’s loveliness a sightmy consciousness with gratitude receives. My mind, as if a sponge, has porousness,so I soak in, absorbing gorgeousness. Not only through my … Continue reading
Friendship Anguish
Friends with Kristin,so grateful to be,so happy to be,friends with Kristin… But now when I enterthe rooms that we kissed in,the rooms of my home,the rooms she is missed in,the world seems a placeso hard to exist in. Friends with … Continue reading
Afterlife
For long, I’d felt as if my life were over,although my heart continued with its beat,as if I should be buried under cloverbeneath the heavy tread of passing feet. I felt like I’d been slain as with a knife,but you … Continue reading
Essence Masseuses
The depths of being unreachable by handscan nonetheless be touched in other ways:with words and music we can reach those landsand seas that though unseen may still amaze. To touch the depths unreachable by fingers,we turn ourselves to artists, writers, … Continue reading
Snapshot Couplets 