Friday, January 13, 2017

Crash


Crash

When searching or running
The answers never come
When I least expect them
They fill me like a drum

Keep the skin tight
and the metal polished
Ready for the crash
of knowledge








Thursday, January 12, 2017

Creating


Creating in a fever.
     The rush to hold the moment
Hurried splashing color
     The furry and the panic
Catch the mood, the living presence
    Discover to perform the memory
Of the essence.


Monday, March 07, 2016