Long Rose hip Poems

a mellifluous trickle had given way

to licking her wounds in silent arrest

of the honey flow of her beautiful mind

synapses clotted on stagnant display

like burnt marshmallows on a fire

charcoaled pen roasted at her core

incinerated thoughts feeling...

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Haiku Licentioso 
('They who quaff this cup shall see god
and The Magdalen')

with the *powder
that goes in the tea
comes the instructions:
''dump into the brew
mix salaciously
drink licentiously
and feel like a libertine''

''caution's for the birds
toss the birds back...

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I’ve a garden full of uninvited guests; time to weed.

Tobacco worm, on my tomato plant, don’t spit at me; 
you were not invited to partake of my produce!

Mr. Milkweed, why do you love my yard?...

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Sated with savor sown in a summer past
   musings are mulled with soft cider flavor
whilst caramel leaves harvest eve’s rose hip rays —

and like the wild asters 
   wearing the flame...

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As a child I would place my closed eyes
in them
while she hummed Gaelic melodies
neither she nor I had words for.

Her apron, it was brown
like a butchers smock
but with not a speck of blood upon it
only...

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There was, among the very distant few, 
A rose-hip that was hid in desert place. 
The few I mean, the greatest lights, and you, 
You shone more bright than them, by some strange grace. 
You...

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Season's change is a paradigm
With rose hip seeds flying astray
In the dusting of the Springtime
Sweet scented thoughts of yesterday

Winter days gone with gray and gloom
Gardens filled with buddings that thrive
Bold hued flowers burst into bloom
and...

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