Waves

As we swim our way over the next coming months, let us take the ocean with us…connecting to its ongoing flow…keeping calm and letting go… Special thanks to my genius sister Alexandra for filming & editing but most of all for making my spoken poetry video dreams come true. ~waves Waves how they come and…

Taste of a Perfect Storm

My soul cried out remember, My mind pounding in thought The crashing waves Drew closer In time for a perfect storm. In the rolling waters I lost myself, Bit by bit a little more. And as the faintest light Touched the corner of my eye, I breathed a sigh of the ocean Into every part…

Little Girl Blue

Little girl Blue What ever happened to your smile? I can faintly see it Crested in the train of your cheeks. Little girl Blue What ever happened to your sparkle? I can vaguely see it In your eyes when the sun comes up. Little girl Blue Whatever happened to your heart? I can barely see…

Rush of Rose

Weathering my mind With ideas I had a sudden thought. Like a chiming echo Entering both ends of ears A meeting point in the center. … Light bulb rays hovered over The thin line of hair Brushing the top of my temple. Thickening the roots With a strand of memory, A humble view Of all…

A Face of Matrimony

In my eyes, they see you. Father. Your splashing pigments and shape. My curls bounce a memory of your strands. The creases in my smiling eyes, Yours mother. Lucid flows of laughter bursting out of my mouth, It is your giggles they hear. Confusing others with the sound of your voice, Tricking buds on the…

Endless Stream

Rolling around emotions A coaster of feeling Aboard a ship of fools. Infected by affection, Allowing deception to Fog the clarity of mind. Ahoy! A great vision in sight. Detachment tall in stance. Deepened by depths of blue. In trance the so called reality of life. Instinct tells tales of oceans beyond. Where love lies…

Your Words

I hear words. Words I hear. Speech. Slipping from your tongue, Vowels, mixed in a bowl of consonants. A blend of ABC’s I have grown to know more than A child practices it’s 1,2,3’s. These vocal vibrations tremble into the depths of my own. My personal song, a never-ending tone in my thoughts. Why do…