Poems

I danced last night
The music came
And I could not stop it flowing through me
A ribbon in the wind
Fluid, unthinking, open, alone
The soul of water
And night
I danced until I ran out
Of music I loved
The music stopped
But the love continued
I danced last night
And there was no one there
Not even me

Bigger pieces of paper
Means I can write
Bigger poems
More words, perhaps
Mountains of metaphors
Similes like pollen in the wind
Bigger paper on which to
Flail and grope for Deeper Meanings
Somewhere down there
At the bottom of the page
The Architeuthis of Truth
Just an ugly bag with tentacles
Tasty when deep fried

Is there a difference standing at
The top of the stairs looking down
Or standing below looking up
A point of view a salient comment
Heard differently looking up
Than by someone peering down
Distanced by the railing with
Its temptation to go either way

I refuse to dither
tomorrow I will be
resolute and forthright
leap out of bed
with alacrity and certitude
determined and purposeful

Candy striped light along the path
Broken by the dog walking
Ahead parsing autumn leaves
In their russets and browns
Clustered where the wind left them
Before they are scattered once again
In final ease under deep snow