Nonsense

I listen to the rattling words

Bouncing through my head

I try to get them into line

I remember what you said

Rather what was implied

Shifting goalposts on a whim

You had me always striving

To try and become just what you wanted

Even though you changed your mind

If I ever I began to close in upon the form

I should be louder, softer, bolder, shy

I could be thinner, thicker, smarter, quiet

I could be stronger, weaker, taller, sicker

I jumped through hoops until I cried

It’s not enough

It’s all too much

Frazzled, dizzy, restless, sad

Spinning in the vortex of unstated expectations

striving always for the few articulated bars

Of a song full of dissonance the key was always

Changing

This dance never slowed down from a frenzy

Until one day I stopped

Cooperating in the ragged ragtime rhthym

And set about with drum in hand

To beat out a new percussion

Soft and slow

Long and low

You cannot even see me now

I glide upon the clouds

You cannot ever hold me now

I’m mist and falling snow

Look

Look

And you will never see me coming

You will never see me go

I have entered deep within the realm

Of spirit

A place I never fear to find you there

This is a place that you refuse to go

I know you’re out there somewhere

Spewing nonsense once again

Probably found a target

Take her for the spin

Maybe she likes the dance

Maybe it suits her

I am free and floating

Far from the pages that you’d written

The ink is flowing freely

This story is my own

I thank you

Many blessings

Upside down

I kiss the stone

I Left You In the Mirror

Maybe you are crying still

Our eyes met briefly through the pane

When I walked away with no glance back

I thought I heard your hand tap gently

On the golden gilded frame

It’s been years since I last saw you there

Generations past

I think I see your shadow waver

Glimpses through the looking glass

I shut my eyes and turn away

This path is long and neverending

Quietly descending

Then loudly challenging the force

Of gravity’s heel clutching fingers

I won’t look

I left you in the mirror

And as far as I can care to know

You’re standing in there still

Yet I write these letters

Hoping that you’ll see

We’ve almost made it home now

Almost there

It won’t be long now

Almost free

And in the morning misty air

Shower fogged and steamy mirror

I thought I saw you wave to me

Still safe behind the glass

I held your gaze a moment

And made peace with the past

mirror reflecting tender hand with pink rose
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I went into my draft folder to delete this morning’s draft and found this titled, but unwritten post. As they do sometimes, the words flowed easily. When I went looking for a photo, I found this one captivating, and better than the image I thought I had been seeking.

Daily Poem 11/12/2020

They said, “Don’t cross this line. Beware.”

“Fit into this box. Don’t dare to say what’s on your mind.”

Layer after layer of constraint

Painting the world in black and white

They sold lies as truth

Fed doubts and fear to undermine

The inner voice

“Beware.”

Every color packed away

Every nuance, hue, and shade

Carefully stored in cardboard boxes

Every thought set free against

An august sky

Defiance is a cloak I wear

A cape of brilliant patches

Woven in the darkest nights

Of moonbeam threads

Strings of melodies and

Yarn dyed

In vats of amber dreams

“Beware.”

Every sleeping color

Awakens with the dawn

The palette full of life will not be

Denied

The words flow in a torrent

The storms bring memories

And every thought set free to fly

Comes home to roost

In protective branches of

The ancient sepia tree

“Beware.”

The boxes are flung open

The colors call for an accounting

Every shade, nuance, and hue

Will be painted on the canvas of this life

Every letter sharpened

Every word is honed

In black and white

“I dare.”

Daily Poem 11/5/2020

The letters form words

Building sentences woven

Into vibrant tapastries

I pull them off the walls

Wrap myself in their warmth

In the chill November night

Crumbled walls

Haphazard stones

Held together by untold stories

Fears unsaid

Dreams unspoken

When I awoke the tapestry

Had vanished

You were there

In the spaces between words

The Letters – Daily Poem 10/27/2020

Write me into being one word at a time

Ink my hair in curls and wisps shining in the evening light

Type me in a soft pink dress hanging just below the knee

With a layer of cotton and one of lace

Erase the shoes from my bare feet that I might feel the earth

Compose music of harp and flute

Played by faeries in the forest

Fill the tree limbs with letters green

Pen bark upon their trunks

Slide paragraphs like rapids down the river there

Punctuate the sounds of water running over rocks

Edit out the midges, mosquitos, and the like

Unfold this scene in details

How my eyes search for your face

When my smile shines at your approach

Wrap your arms about me

Fold me closer to you

We’ll dance out of the pages

We’ll fly and never land

We’re a dream the muses sent

We’re pilgrims on a quest

In the end we must conclude

The ink has dried

The type’s been set

The paper’s in the printing press

Send me out into the world

Hard booked or paperbacked

When you sign the copies for your fans

Allow that it’s for me they Stan