A Bird’s Life
Sun day comes to my face
on Sunday in this case.
I close the blinds to see.
I need to save my eyes.
The birds chirp outside
the kitchen window and
they do not seem to mind
the sun. How would I know?
I am not singing like them.
A bird’s life seems the best.
How would I know? It just
seems that way to me.
The Butcher Can Just Stay Home
Keep it together.
Separate.
The butcher
can just stay home.
Break the plate.
The meat is gone.
Love has fled.
What’s for dinner?
The path has changed
from easy to hard,
from hard to impossible
every day
until it gets better.
The Sweet Songs
The sweet songs
lift me up
from profound
bouts of doubt
and despair.
I follow
them like a
little bird
that follows
other birds
in the sky.
Their flying
shows take my
mind off things
that hurt me.
I Let You
Shine a light
on my wound.
Fish it out.
I let you.
Find my soul
in the dark.
Stop my pain.
Come on in.
Touch my heart.
I let you.
Pull out all
of my love.
Words Have Meaning
Don’t pay rejections
any mind.
It happens to
the best
and the worst
of us.
Your words have meaning.
What you
share has meaning.
It does not
have to be
published for validation.
If anything, write for
yourself.
If it gets taken,
good and
if it gets sent back
that is good too.
Share it with people
you trust.
Share it with your cat,
with your dog,
with the birds you
write about,
with the trees,
who will not judge you.
