Scribbles in the Sand

 

 

Sidewalk Poetry

       There is place where the busker and the saxophone meet

       Where chalk and heart teach

       And with each day and rain erase

       The permanence of our time and place

The little one in us all

At feats of day and nights of dream

Awakens in the soul

A curious heart and bloody lip 

Tasted fresh, with teeth pressed preserved

A sense of being from which to hang

The little one in us all
 

The One Another

The space between you and I

Warms a heart and leaves a breath 
But with no place remains always
A part that is not me 
And a part that is not you 
The space between you and I 
Within I live each day as the other 

Splash 

Prisms of Hope

Traits of resistance
The warrior in us all
Doth fight best in sunshine

 

Poems taken from collection in process: Erasable Brushstrokes & Other Misc. Lines in the Sand)