70/365 - Syndesis

 

My happiness is tied to the sun

I would like to pluck it from the sky

and keep it in my pocket

for the days that I have none

My imagination awakens with the moon

It waxes and wanes

in a rhythm all its own

but always its gone too soon

My soul is bound to the cycles of the seasons

To the snows of winter

and rains of spring

the endless summer days

and the fall's dwindling greens

but a as winter's darkness sets in

I find my hidden sunlight

and I know

in due course

spring will begin again

69/365 - Rareripe

 

The spring blooms

are coming in

but you belong to summer

They awoke on time

but you are early

from your slumber

Your big round yellow face

searches for the 

long day's sun

Turning towards the

watery blue sky

as spring showers come

And when the crisp

winds of March

bend your sturdy stem

You stand strong and

bide your time

waiting for your friends

68/365 - Power

 

It was subtle on Sunday

Who's turn was it

to take out the trash?

The sun came out on Monday

A square of light

creeping across

the matchstick wood floors

a hind of fetid

warmth in the air

You caved on Tuesday

and relocated the garbage bag

from under the sink

to the can outside

but the smell was still there

On Wednesday

we sat

at a corner café

and were lingering

over coffee

when I caught a whiff

It was still in my hair

On Thursday

you said

you had to go in to the office

But I knew

you were leaving me alone

with the smell

that had not yet gone

When you opened 

the cabinet

to retrieve your lunch bag

the fetor

sprung forth

like a trapped animal

all claws and snarling teeth

the bomb squad defusal

of your lunch bag revealed

The apple core

had been forgotten there

67/365 - Foremost

 

He has chosen me

as his place to snooze

I daren't inhale

I daren't breathe

I daren't even move

His orange eyes squint shut

his purr begins to rumble

time stands still

the perfect moment

I try to remain humble

But then the spell is broken

when he opens his eyes

he spies your empty lap

and in a flash

he makes a dash

and settles down to nap

66/365 - Anagram

I listen to the rain

It's silent creep

down the window pane

into the nape of sleep

and so the lure's set

it finds me unarmed

the rules have been broken

but dreams are unharmed

 

65/365 - Assault

 

The thing is

it comes

when you least expect it

Tiptoeing

on cat's feet

until it's right

outside

the door

and just

when you think

you can't sink

any lower

it

smacks 

you

as you are

lying

on the floor

64/365 - Popularize

I want to scream

STOP

talking about it

STOP

giving it the attention

it doesn't deserve

Negative begets negative

Hate is already

to powerful a word

 

63/365 - Beauty

 

They say beauty

is in the eye of the beholder

They say beauty

is skin deep

So some slather on

expensive lotions

but I prefer

bike chain grease

62/365 - Magazine

 

I have a secret talent

hidden inside of me

A super secret defense mechanism

you don't want to see

No its not my crazy guns

they aren't even loaded

or my stunning wit

that will leave your head exploded

What I keep in my arsenal

is quite simple really

it's a quite aversion

the desire to avoid the melee

So that's my unique talent

to blend into the wall

when it comes to conflicts

I avoid them all

61/365 - Derma (i have an owie)

 

I was pulling 

the crabgrass

that had sprouted

in my yard

I was pulling

the crabgrass

that had sprouted 

in my yard

in place of the oxalis

In the place

of the oxalis

that I had pulled

last month

I was pulling

the crabgrass

that had sprouted

in my yard

but the crabgrass

was crabby

The crabgrass

didn't want to be pulled

The crabgrass

fought back

As I suppose crabs do

60/365 - Present

My mind skips

like the sunbeams

dancing on the Bay

one minute soaring

high with the seagulls

amongst cotton candy clouds

and the next

diving

with the pelicans

a missile shot

breaking the mirrored surface

to join the fish below

as the flee

the sudden burst

a barrage of bubbles

trails behind

the ferry as it

speeds away from shore

to the city perched

on the horizon

I am everything at once

I am the entirety

of this moment

 

59/365 - Fray

 

One thousand million days

of absorbing the sun's rays

of standing strong against the wind

bending

but not blown away

rain pocked and frost bitten

etched with the scars of living

And though the binding is worn

the pages no longer pristine

the stories that collect within

are the measure of my being

58/365 - Semantics

 

I just want free refills

of my coffee

like the people who drink

regular get

If you brew me a pot

of decaf I

promise to drink it all

but you tell me I must

order an Americano

if I want decaf

so I do

and it comes

not even half full

"no refills"

you say

"on espresso drinks"

57/365 - Fully

 

Puffs of dust exhale

from beneath my tires

as the rubber tread teeth

chew through the miles

of the dirt rock path

that skitters along

the edge of the

blue sky

blue mountain

blue water

bay

and the click of the chain

as I change gears

and the chirp of the birds

as they run on the shore

and the lap of the water

wind driven waves

and the clearing of your throat

as your face startles into focus

and I realize I haven't

heard a word you've been saying

because just now I was

a million miles away

56/365 - Philosophy

 

The dandelion

is a glowing oasis

An ethereal green islet

topped with a golden crown

that breathes life into

the decaying concrete wasteland

The dandelion

is a tragic blemish

A grim, unpleasant mass

of brutal tangled foliage

that erupts from the verdant carpet

of a perfectly manicured lawn

55/365 - Route

 

We are the sum of

the choices we make

the paths we take

the thirsts we slake

the impulses we forsake

And though its trite to say

it can be hard to remember

that the seconds add up

to hours surrendered

54/365 - Rust

 

It is time

for the buds on the trees

to sprinkle perfume on the breeze

for permafrost to melt away

and fill up bubbling springs

for the warming rays of the sun

to lure us from our dens

and peel away the cold grey cloak

for the winter

to finally end

53/365 - Vogue

 

Flowers are the talk of the season

the buzz is all about the town

From the jasmine imbued breeze

to the tulips

breaking through the ground

But what the bees like most of all

is the tree in my backyard

with tresses full of moss-like flowers

that lures a bumbling drone above

An umbrella made of sound

that lulls me into a dreamy haze

while the bees buzz around

52/365 - Typy

 

The rain pitter pattered

through my inky twilight dreams

The morning concrete sparkled

puddles tickled by the sun

where blushing camellia petals

pirouette in the bracing breeze

that took a break just to play

from ushering out last nights storm

And as the dark clouds

were blown out to the horizon

the wind whispered

"March has come"

The daffodils nodded in agreement

the winters gone

spring has begun

51/365 - Pinata

 

OUCH

The barrage kept coming

throughout the day

a million tiny attacks

weakening the carefully

crafted façade

that encased the feelings

crammed inside

until the final blow comes

that sends me spinning

across the office

leaving a trail

for others to feast on

50/365 - Assess

 

I pass by them

three times a day

sometimes four

I will myself to

continue on

without comparing

if they've grown more

than an hour before

Does a watched plant

grow?

I should stop

staring

49/365 - Jazzy

 

A broken bottle celebration

threatens to puncture

your worn thin heart

The dirty morning sun

illuminates the shattered pieces

of the night before

scattered across the 

dawn drenched street

that you step over

with your hand held

to your head

that refuses to remember

as you stumble forward

in search of a cure

but all that you'll find

is a dirty bandage

a splintered crutch

that will let you continue

to hobble along

until the day it snaps

and spills you into

the repudiated gutter

where your revelry lies

disintegrated

48/365 - Tier

 

I long for the tiers

to rise up

I reach out

but they are not there

Always just beyond

my yearning for them

My searching fingers

turn up dry

They are above me

another level

I will not reach

A height

denied to me

I'll have to get the step-stool

from next to the fridge

47/365 - Rise

 

The effervescent

explodes out of the glass

in a mad rush

to join the air

But on its way 

it takes a detour

to tickle my nose

and I want to know

how it feels

to become one

with the universe

46/365 - Level

 

Let me see how I can

hold it all together

appearing on the outside

like its an easy storm to weather

And though it seems lately

the seas have been quite smooth

I know that on the horizon

will like another chance to prove

that even in the worst storm

I can hold on to the better

45/365 - Junior

 

I know where to go

from here

Though the path forward

may not be clear

t\There are those who will

always

stand in the way

Not even maliciously

but still they stay

The directions are clear

to overcome

I know what is needed

to be done

So I will draw my strength

from my fear

I can feel it coming

the goal will appear

and soon I will

burst forth

from their shadows

I will claim my power

I will take my repose

44/365 - Tantrum

 

My foot hurts

Why can't I walk

13,000 steps

without my foot hurting

Why did I 

swing dance

barefoot

in Jack London Square

none years ago

(my abs hurt too

but that's unrelated)

43/365 - Healthy

 

I saw them

across a crowded room

a sea of people

jumbling, jostling, jabbing

and then suddenly parting

to reveal an army

rows of perfection

uniform in rank

but not in color

some golden yellow honey

others rich chocolate brown

but all adorned with

the same jaunty hat

a cocoa-colored cap

Then just as suddenly

the crowd surged again

and they were gone

and I turned and left

before I caught a whiff

of their saccharin seduction

and gave into the temptation

of those mini cupcakes

42/365 - Anger

 

Why would you do this

How could you possibly

be

so cruel

Why would you ruin

something

I worked so hard for

Something

I wanted so badly

Why would you

purposely

sabotage

me?

I turned the light off

the bathroom went dark

In the mirror 

I could no longer see

the reflection

staring back at me

"I forgive you"

I whispered

into the night

before emerging

in the bright hallway light

41/365 - Attend

 

Oh sure

I tell you all the time

what you mean to me

How

the time we spend together

is the time I feel most free

And when

I'm having a bad day

you help to make it better

And if

I need to get away

I'll always choose you for an adventure

So why

is it that you

do all of this for me

When I 

so often fail to return

the favor, but you see

Its just

the time I have to spend

with you is so limited

That

your basic maintenance needs

often go unattended

40/365 - Revenge

I looked deep

into your brown eyes

Not brown like rich molasses

or the well-worn leather

of a cowboy's saddle

Not brown like deep mahogany

or a fresh brewed cup of coffee

on a snowy winter's day

Not even brown with flecks of gold

or hints of caramel and butterscotch

Just plain brown eyes

nothing special

except they were mine to gaze into

and in turn

they gazed back into mine

dancing with the feeling only eyes

can convey

and yours did

every single day

until I sent you away

Now I looked deep

into your brown eyes

after so much time has passed

But instead of hate

or anger

or pain

I see nothing

looking back at me