Windswept
Bereft
She left
He wept
Walking
Hearing
Talking
Peering
Overcome
Undone
Welcome
Another one
Lingering ghosts
In the way
Count the most
If allowed to stay
However It Comes
not so inspired
to change the world today
just want to coast
but my rabble-rousing ways
are too close to the surface
to be quelled
so do I pick a battle
or take what’s in front of me first
garnering reactions are not enough
something about the foolishness
of the big talkers I encounter
just doesn’t sit right
so I have to move
take on the offenders
one at a time or en masse
however it comes
Your Own Beat
Sun streaming
harsh hard lines
every scar highlighted
no hiding
prying eyes
feeling was not enough
they have to see
echoes of wounds
thought to be healed
but ever present
Soul screaming
clear as dawn
each word returning
no apologies
regrets
waking is hard enough
you have to move
no one can tell you
which way to turn
so follow your own beat
Puttering and Pondering
Chased away from all the rooms in the house
By ghosts that will not share
I’m left with the garden shed
Puttering and pondering
Kicking my heels up in the dust
Of forgotten gardens and beds
Is there a way to excise the threat
Or to find comfort
In the unexpected, the gluttonous
The spectre that wants to claim all
When I take the chance
And return at dusk
Will I haunt the halls like the forgotten
Or will I be the one
To throw open the windows
To breathe fresh life starting again
Sweet Torture
only when thought was almost away
did it make sense
he could taste her
despite the distance
she could hear him
through words on a page
their own music
the backdrop
for the delicious dance
there was no beginning
and the end spiraled outward
beyond reason
so they could remain
locked in a coil
of sweet torture
The Word Rummager 