Bee..

To bee
So busy so free
Driven by the smell of each flower
Wasting no time in your hour

Sweet bee
Of heart I surely see
The maker of golden honey
Lust not of wealth nor money

Such toil of thee
Oh precious bee
Without the thought of rest
You give it all your best…
I wish I had your zest.

Deo Volente
October 27, 2010

Tribute to Emily Dickinson

Yes I could write a thousand words
on paper etched in breath
and still my strokes would not be heard
until they meet with death
For I am but as still as stream
without a currents push
A lifeless tree that garners not
the thought of second look
Not sprinkled by the lure of fall
with all her colors bright
A simple soul that lingers on…
the skirt tails of the night
Companion to the distant glow
of stars perched in the sky
To kiss the world with earnest love
no matter harsh deny…
one thousand words, of heart of soul…
to which life shan’t reply.

Deo Volente
October 21, 2010

Anger...

One breath closer
one minute older
each turn within this time
these tools of every chime.
One step farther
one grip harder
another laden stone
from flesh to destined bone.
If eyes won’t see
then hands will seek
to grope about
in darkness deep
on journey carved and sealed
from destiny revealed.
Why waste one step
one breath
one chime...
On fruitless things of fickle stime,
When so much more can be,
Which hand shall turn thy key?
Old friend, I must agree.

Deo Volente
October 15, 2010