Wink

Hurry
hurray the time has come
decide upon your future
the mistakes you have made
or thought of one
have late to disappear
goblin of the toes has gone
died not heard from
existence evaporated
to a flat pointed edge
in the spiral

Energy flow

focus on the mind

of what to Come

positive creation

over the flow of Pi

Rapid

yet Forming the logs

Bonsai

over the hill

through the stones

Progression

possibilities collide

on top of the Water

plucked from the Deep

Mechanical Boogie Woogie

to open your heart
to find the aorta blocked
fears as long as your
hair
afraid to cut

chased from
a place of rest
running to find
a safety in home
to find luxurious
appointments

an enemy
of man

everybodys daughter

Mothers love
kindness compassion
mirror of the self
stirring
hoping
given
recieved

Lovely Lips

Impossibly faced
like the gray shadows
of my eyes
now known
not hiding

whispers of acceptance
from you through me
lovely lips

worth to my soul
given back to me
grounded in ritual

Hunting Lions

When did you choose
to disconnect with
snow as deep as rain
comfort euphoria trickles
down forced into my Brain

Wake up?

your eyes are not open
what you
see in the
dark when
you've been
hunting lions
they have
been ready
following
still
comforting
all along

Hunting Lions: Introduction

My wife's poems are something very special. You've read above that these poems are not for the head, this is very true, she has a way of putting words together in unconventional ways. Combinations that make no actual sense when the literal meaning is used but as a whole speak to the subconscious in a profound way. If you ignore your left brain and open up your heart you will find that these little messages are far more than they first appear. They are inspired.

My wife is a special soul and I am blessed to be with her. Here on this blog I offer you a small part of what has made me a very happy man.

- the husband