Gentle Egg
She candled an egg in her soft hands
protecting the fragile,
inspecting with light;
Cusping
Like either horn
Of a crescent moon
When floated aloft on two
dexterous
fingers.
Was she not peering into the future?
Making a determination perhaps
Even listening,
Searching for signs
of life?
or something more mundane ---
Broken vessels
Spots of blood
promising rot ...
Yolkers
like me...
Categories:
cusping, analogy, creation, faith, humanity,
Form: Blank verse
Flower girls are good marketers
Innately cusping midnight dreams-
Planets poised for passion
Categories:
cusping, animals,
Form: Haiku
Every panic tell
A drop of trust is left to bleed
The transfusion is incomplete
Danger coming come
And then in an whisper recedes.
It was only rumor of his coming
I was not surprise
History is a movement of feelings
The way on enterprise dominates another
I think the market forces has quite
Worn their predictability out
The Mayan calender of twenty twelve
Is also a muted mouth
Someting is consolidating though
The beast about to be transformed
There will be no more bleating
Science cusping the reborn
Old habit
I just love looking up at the sky.
Categories:
cusping, confusion,
Form: Free verse
An ultimatum of confusion
A prophecy of hurt
What has become is undone
Rushing thoughts become inert
Resting the head on winter earth
The ice cusping at the lobes
Numbs the ears for sharp words
Injecting into the heart's plateau
You can hear the breath
The words dragging in a clot
Like a blade shoved into flesh
The mind twists to a slipknot
You refuse to eat, to drink
You're heart can barely think
When you give your love without alert
And only gets thrown into the dirt.
Categories:
cusping, love, sad, words,
Form: Lyric