Poem Day 14

The distance between us is measured in heartbeats… if you listen closely you can hear mine drumming the rhythm of your dancing feet… We’ve become masters at tap dancing around the tough issues, and my fingers have gotten better at tap dancing poems, I write because the songs in my head need words, the echos of prayers I use to send up to a God with really bad cell phone reception..  Maybe one day she’ll check her voice mails.. until then, I’ll write the poems and bleed the words…

Poem Day 15

If I could be a flower I would be dandelion… The prettiest weed in the bunch.  She thrives on sunshine and wishes… I wanna be like that, a whispered breath, breaking open, planting infinite seeds of possibility across all creation..