evocative muse

a hug

she wrapped
her arms around him
as if never to let go

her small frailness
hugging with the full weight
of her heart

and he
felt the necessity
to be stronger
at this moment
of her need

he
sang a simple melody

you too

earth goddess

our tribal princess
connecting all beings
with her spiritual thread
creating strength
with invisible bonds that never break

continually repairing
and reinforcing the web
tending and minding
for this is life’s womb

she the weaver of dreams
she the weaver of

your empty space

if you wander
deep enough
into the forest
you might find
an empty space

a place
that doesn’t need filling
a place
to embrace
the forest surrounding
a place
to let woes
flow softly away
for the trees
will gladly
absorb

outline

the task
an outline
of one’s life

the thought
a drawing
of one’s past

why
would he
want to remember
the dark
and dingy
cobwebbed corners
filled with skeletons of flies

why
would he
want to remember
a drunken father
and

her name is orchid

speak to me
with your wisdom
with your insight
from your past
so that i might escape the traps

speak to me
so that i can understand
so that i can move forward
so that what blocks me
will be removed

speak to me
with your

we shall hold your hand

there was a past
somewhere
it became lost in the bramble and brush

recollections
somewhere
became unclear

focus
focus
focus
one could here
in a darkened corner
of the mind

is today Friday
then it’s a salon appointment
at 10
but someone