We are blue

And rearing

The hem of our water patterned lace

And still

You

Cry

That you cannot escape our sapphire embrace

How

Do you not see that we are protecting

You

Within our aqua curtains

Concealing you

So

Do not end your life

In the

Grainy, dry

Sand

Struck against the rough charcoal strip

Light

Is in the lantern

Engulfing dead space

In warmth and hope

Darkness

Upon an icy gust of wind

Curling

Around the

Single

Hope

The single

Light

The single

Ray of warmth

Within

Breezy

Ruffles becoming in a rose petal dress

Floating curtains of spider silk

Nothing amiss

Ringlets of golden yellow hair

Curling onto a faucet of slender ebony

Acorn cups

Brimming with piping hot nectar

Sweet as honey

Fragile twigs forming the windowpane

A slight sparkle in the mossy room

As if

Dusted with moon light

Winking violet eyes

Containing

A secret

Both lock and key hidden

Vanishing as eyes wide open

Looking in

*Published in Amazing Kids magazine

Dropping down

Through the endless

Sky

Falling in clear tears

Clean and pure you are

Knowing you have

One single moment

To live

Rolling down the side of a slick yellow umbrella

And splashing onto a rubber rain boot

With no drama

No grand finale

You join a simple puddle

That will dry tomorrow

No later than tomorrow

I remember,

I remember a giraffe I once saw

She seemed so wise as if she had seen everything from those high omniscient treetops

so far above the earth

But, she didn’t, the only wisdom she possessed was an inability to voice  fear because

she couldn’t

because she wouldn’t

her gaze of serenity for carrying the knowledge

which

led to a piece

a piece of silence

But this is not as it truly was

That, I shall never know

For I, a human cannot go to a lost moment

No matter how many pictures or stories I hear or see

Because

I

do not know

how to go back to a moment

I have not found my remote of life

So I cannot rewind

Back

Back to a lost moment

A blow of life

filling

your

being

with

knowledge and air

Filling you round as

a perfect moon,

in a

perfect place

You

Soar

Climbing the spiraled staircase to infinite possibilities

and

mirroring the imperfect world

in a crisp

photographe

A plump finger reaches up and taps you oh so gently on the shoulder

And you fall in the droplets of your creation

Fall down

down

to the ground

You will remember how you never touched the sky

[or were ever even close]

As you shatter into a thousand pieces

*First Runner Up in the New Zealand International Poetry Contest 2011

There is

but one

picture

On the solemn gray sidewalk

In the early afternoon

Unable to prevail

Remaining

Only a

Muddled

Pool of

Color

Flooding into the cracks

And

The creases

Of a face

Now

Distorted

In pain

Lost

In what was

A

Picture on the sidewalk

An ordinary picture

A disordinary picture

Of

A way of living by the grace of the solemn gray sidewalk

*Published in FRED Mensa magazine

Upon the day

you

live

along with the ephemera

in your dark and glooming wood

that you brighten

In the gloaming

your stem slenderly arched in a “U” of uncertainty

of unearthly

transient petals peeled back

as if

afraid to show the world your abundance

which will last a day

Only a day

and facing down from where you came

Down into the rich nurturing loam

as you

fall

and

break

and

die

but did it ever even matter?

that you never saw the sanct sun

or

the trees cloaked in a mossy green

or

your livid petals floating off and into

the hair of some child laughing and spinning

in the air

Lips stained with strawberries

that you will never know

but

did it ever matter?

Did you ever matter?

*Published in “The Pen” (Pittsburgh, PA)

* Published in the 2011 Diverse Youth Anthology ( International Poetry Festival in Austin, TX)

If…

I do not reach the golden orb

Which you call the sun

And as I wonder

What deems it so powerful

This center of all life and creation

I will

Grow

and

Learn

But if I fail

I do not belong

Here

On Earth with this honey glazed star

Amid the glory

So I inch my way up

Up to the heavens above

Published in A Celebration of Poets 2012