Short Tendriled Poems

Curtain of mist
Shrouding the horizon,
You this day contain
Dreams and views unknown,
As of yet hidden in time.

Shiningly one entwines,
Waking from a thought,
Tendriled ideas of touching games.
Sounds that brush the being,
Duet the looks....

Read More

He asked for the most beautiful song
but it was dark, and I couldn’t find
my voice. Isn’t that where songs live?
he asked. In place of song, a braided 
line of praise will do. But the light
from my eyes was gone, taking with it
all the tendriled vines. So he said, 
a sign from your soul. But I didn’t 
know I had one, until I reached inside 
and pulled out the small aching thing,
hungry as a newborn, perfectly blind....

Read More