The Two Hundred Twelfth, July 30, 2011

Whisper on the Wind


in the still small hours
day breathes first breath
the silent world awakens
calls for life to join it

softly the voice drifts
never intruding on any
subtly seeking entrance
stirring desire to waken

softly eyes flicker open
kissed by young sun rising
life renewed once again
by a whisper on the wind

The Two Hundred Eleventh, July 29, 2011

I said
you said
he said
she said
we said
they said
everybody said

but who is listening?

The Two Hundred Tenth, July 28, 2011

have we any privacy
did we give it away
sell it to highest bidder
or let it be stollen

this is a gift from me
sharing freely with you
a glimpse of whats inside
my last private place

the world grows louder
people living their life
exposed for observation
sharing bits of themselves

ignorant calls of outrage
that an agent may overhear
a conversation on a cell phone
held in a checkout lane

it is not the agent to fear
but the id thief listening
the gossiping neighbor
spilling your secrets freely

remember when speaking
what other ears may be close
and think before you do
because I do not want to hear

The Two Hundred Ninth, July 27, 2011

I want to take a ride

want to get away

hop on a balloon

see where we go

its a nice day for it

sun shining bright

light breeze to carry

could go a long way

a blue sky beckons

if only I could go

a feeling of floating

lost in nothingness

clouds roll in quickly

blue fades to gray

my eyes turn back

dreams fade once more

The Two Hundred Eighth, July 26, 2007

The Greatest Art

if I asked you the question
from where do poems come
what would you answer?

what of a play, a story
what of a dance, a painting
or the full symphony?

some seek to credit a muse
others some devine touch
from some great mystery

art comes from within us
each of us our own way
even if we do not see

some do magic with words
others with sounds or sights
in movement and colors

but the greatest art of all
is that of the observer
appreciating for what it is

not the high pompous words
of some self labeled expert
but those from within

finding that which pleases
your own inner taste
is the greatest of all arts

The Two Hundred Seventh, July 25, 2007

I close my eyes
I see you

I cover my ears
I hear you

I close my mind
I sense you

I hide my heart
I feel you

you are with me
always here

I do not understand
I just know

You are not outsider
you are me

The Two Hundred Sixth, July 24, 2011

with the rise
of each new sun
new hope dawns
new life begun

past put behind
future still unknown
step bravely forward
on the path we are shown

hope for a smile
hope for a song
hope in a friend
to help you along

the sun still shines
even when its gray
it is in the same place
so turn your head that way

feel the glow inside
you do not have to see
know it will be brighter
my wish for you and me