30 Day Poetry Challenge Day 1 - Snapshots

in that small time
between night and day
between winter and spring
i've transformed myself 
into the enter key
thinking how i used 
to be return

and i've made my feet stop
in a park made of concrete
as the drones go buzzing by
the chill highlights my breath
as it leaves my lungs
like words too soft to whisper
in a language known only to those
on the way to someplace else

.................

sugar skulls on ofrendas
breathing life into dead air
people are disappearing
falling off edges into oceans
souls loosed from broken shells
to hide inside our memory
but i've turned on the sunlight
to unremember the darkness
blue sky behind snakey branches
half full of heavy orange leaves
waiting to fall into forever

new church

two loaves of pumpkin spice bread
baked
snowgazing through the window
ignored
season two down at the docks
rewatched
green bean and tempeh red curry
cooked
now on to red wine and zombies
sundayed

mArch will be mArch

remember to try again 
even inside your crisp white envelope
i can smell the orange in the air
the rivers are plotting your newness
fields are flexing for the sky's mirror
tree limbs are tickling trunks
and soft breezes have begun to smile

**********

i went out looking to be broken

but my limbs remained fixed
on the way from the heart
to the crumbling outer crust
finding all cruel comfort
in stone streets of darkness

and i went out looking to be broken

unfixed on past passions
on the way to the heart
from the routine of alone
finding all new joy
in the light of together

i left the city
looking to be broken

under the see

                                              blank blue

    thoughts on a C

all the world dancing 'round my ankles

               angels slipping between my toes

       she said                      further in

    floating now

                           just between the sky and her

    slipping now

                  just inside her wake 

and all is

                                             blank blue

12:12

confined in rulelessnesses
peeking into when
carrying forgivenesses
seeking after then

keeping up appearances

cloaky paint

peeled

chipped

revealing patches

of smooth dark glory

search.

*

feeling directly what it is to be new

even as a large gentle light slips 

beneath the door to hide in loss

of what it is to be on the other side

icy blue eyes turn to warm rain

and we've lived a hundred lives

to get us from there to love

behind all the didn't happens
and never dids
we climbed on in
slightly behind schedule 
but thoroughly aligned 
to the brave new year
and all the rivers about
to grow from trickles

*******

i've forgotten the source
but the wandering water
continues to its end

the surface

sometimes smooth like
the skin i used to
wake up next to
sometimes splintered like
the path i'm on
set with snags upon
sometimes fierce like
the world i'm in
filled with toil and din

the body

sometimes cool like
the hats i wore
when we used to soar
sometimes murky like
the truths we know
but cannot show
sometimes deep like
the hurt we give
then we go and live

the banks

sometimes tangled like
the dreams we grew
but never got to
sometimes empty like
the air that lingers
near my touchless fingers
sometimes lush like
the glow of the heart
finding its new start

i've forgotten the end
but the wandering water
continues from its source