Panning at the pub

Survey the scene
Hunt for prospects bright
Immediate speculation
Who will be the lucky one tonight?
Gather with smooth gestures
Swirl the options between your hands
You must choose what’s a treasure
And what’s just another stone in the pan

11/11/10

For Three Word Wednesday: gesture, immediate, treasure

Empty pails

The coolness of
flip phrases
meets blood boiling
hot enough to
brew more trouble.

Hoping words can
absolve you of deeds,
that caresses can
render forgiveness.
Charm in place of
frank apology.

Instead, slanted grin
ridicules my rage,
like unruly flames
taunt empty pails
with hissing steam.

10/19/10

For Three Word Wednesday (http://www.threewordwednesday.com/): absolve, hiss, ridicule

Float

Unearthed

Like the gradual retreat of ice etches mountains,
your steady regard erodes the stony reserve.
And excavates the remains of an earlier person
long ago buried under the weight of debris.

Now, as artifacts abandon the hold of time and pressure,
an imprecise outline emerges from the dust.
Slowly, gentle prying shines light on the entirety,
and this reawakened relic is introduced to a new era.

Close the curtains tight

Close the curtains tight.
Turn the radio down low.
Prevent entry of all light.
Let no glimmer show.

The smallest beam sets smoldering doubts ablaze.

These fears grow with water and sun.
So, banish Helios to the shade,
and forbid the gathering tears to run.
Keep this fertile ground clear of the spade.

The smallest seed sprouts into a thick thorny maze.

These miseries seek a secure spot.
So, frame your fortress with weak wood,
and let the roof shingles rot.
Stop fear from building as the mason would.

The smallest brick builds a wall impossible to raze.

Drop the sorrow you’ve carried all these years.
Seek light to burn fogging doubt from your mind,
and let rain run off with all your fears.
Leave your ramshackle fortress behind.

The smallest step finds a trail with the power to amaze.

5/20/10

Meet you in the middle

My head doubts I can meet you in the middle.
But somehow my feet keep moving.
A small voice cries don’t let it dwindle.
My thumping heart drums a warning.

My face tries to wear a crisp, casual look,
But still it colors with a blush.
My mouth tries to speak by the book.
Yet, from my lips soft words rush.

When it comes to you, all of me can’t agree.
Know my struggle I can’t hide.
Wonder how much of it you see.
Can you spot what’s inside?

Half hoping you don’t even try
Half hoping you sweep me away
Whole-heartedly I sigh.
Back and forth my thoughts sway.

And if we don’t get this started,
I fear my heart will turn to ice.
But I’ve been broken hearted,
And I won’t end up there twice.

Plan my actions like a player on a stage.
So my wayward wish is concealed.
Keep my weak heart in a strong cage.
Don’t want you to guess this is real.

Plot our course and our story out just so,
But you won’t stick to the script.
And I think you have to know:
I want you to make me slip.

When it comes to love, I play a steady part.
Too afraid to share something true.
Yet, in your eyes there is a spark.
Makes me want to quit my act for you.

Half hoping you won’t even try
Half hoping you sweep me away
Whole-heartedly I sigh.
Back and forth my thoughts sway.

And if we never get this started,
I fear my heart will turn to ice.
But I’ve been broken hearted,
And I won’t end up there twice.

5/6/10

Near and far

Driving distance

Discarding bags along the way,
hearing heavy falls hit the path,
steps lighter,
eyes brighter;
I am making headway now.

Stripping layers of grim,
revealing bare new skin,
face scrubbed,
limbs rubbed;
I am shinning bright and how.

Driving distance between here and next,
watching obstacles shrink to dots,
vision clearer,
air freer;
I’m standing on the bow.

Filling my veins with a new drug,
breaking stale addictions,
mind refined,
role defined;
I’m going on the prowl.

1/5/10

Guise

water color 8 in x 12 in

I enjoy the bright colors and continuous lines of this work. It’s hard to tell where one object ends and another begins. I am also amused by the idea of a bug using a delicate flower as protection from prey.

Flash dance

watercolor 6 in x 6 in

Like most of my work, this painting was inspired by a pattern in nature. This is actually a close up of a tuna flashing colors to show its anger and distress.