Blasphemy

Why do you kneel in prayer To this aloof Heaven That has never spoken A word Of forgiveness Or paradise? Those were all your Meanings; See, I think it’s man you’re praying to. Not God. Do you really think you can see yourself In the angelic forms Looming in pane? Do you find salvation In…

The Puppet Maker

I am a woman Made of wood; Paint and carve, And chip away. Pretend you made me But, I was always alive. Make me a mouth So I can give you back Your little words, Oh, Creator, Consumed by madness. My god without eyes Look and see: It fits, It fits.

Dear Diary II

Dear Diary, I feel the sun on my skin again. My God, it feels good. I hear the sound of my laughter again. I smile because I can; For the sudden rush of life. I can breathe in the air again, And it fills my lungs, Strokes my wings, I feel alive again. Warm, present-…

Forget-me-not

Up there alone, up above my head Wisps of cloud stray and roam, Brushing smears of blue and red, As I meander home.   A September chill clings to the air, Damp from the promise of rain. The old wood is held fast in prayer And crowds my little lane.   Rays of gold from…