Transparency

Time for Open Link Night in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ Grace is hosting ~~~~ Anything Goes!! 

I am the poet who risks

what her voice scripts

freeing the storyteller in me.

Who am I when

the performance ends ~

the part of me

that remains hidden ~

the part that dares you

see me fully, slowly

then all at once.

You believe so well

the role I play

I am candid enough to 

name my simplicity

honest enough to admit

what knowing it brings.

Stuff and Nonsense

 Bjorn hosts Open Link Night in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ Anything goes!

Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots?

From Pablo Neruda's ~ Book of Questions

1 ~ Party Animals

beneath the soil the roots are wild

doing "the worm" / tequila-styled

a jazz band plays / all the night

while trunk above acts all polite

why hide the splendor / one might ask

cause daylight spoils a root's good flask

2 ~ Witness Protection

why do trees bury the splendor of their roots

they saw something / they know things

down there in the loamy dark

a witness protection program quietly hums 

while the leaves above proclaim

"nothing to see down there, Officer"

3 ~ Nonsense

why do trees conceal

the splendor of their roots ~

to keep us guessing

to win the cosmic game of hide and seek

to ensure squirrels never

start digging for answers

Long Ago / Far Away

Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night in the dVerse Poets Pub ~~ Anything Goes ~~ our choice!

She walks beneath a clouded sky
umbrella tipped, shadows high
in the rain, his face appears
her vision blurred by silver tears

She wonders who he might have been
behind the glasses, past the grin
a stranger wrapped in time’s soft glow
whispers only raindrops know

In the mist, she dreams his tale
the thousand lives he might unveil
a fleeting glimpse, a phantom bright
caught between the day, the night

Does she see his laughter’s spark
or trace his steps in growing dark
his gaze, a question in the storm
all the ways a soul is born