Hidden

I play among
the kindly ones
the sparing ones
the caring ones

I am a thimble
and a lamb
A dull rock to sit on
and a sharpener of scissors

The sometime child
the listener of tales

The unintended
The spilled drink
The incidental fart

The happy accident

The Redemption of Mrs. Bishop

Villanelle for Those Who Sail

Villanelle for Those Who Sail

Light heart the passage ease

Through storm from storm, from calm to calm

For there are seas, and there are seas, and there are seas

And in those fearful times when tempests seize

Grand winds of compass and alarm

Light heart the passage ease

Let fates great currents guide us as they please

Yet peace protect us from soul's harm

For there are seas, and there are seas, and there are seas

In stillness-grace reveal the best of lifes great keys

Unlocking this: A casting charm

Light heart the passage ease

Cats paw and gale are of the self same breeze

We hold all worlds in our own palm

For there are seas, and there are seas, and there are seas

This will not be our last and best reprise

Truth-proven by a life-lived psalm

Light heart the passage ease

For there are seas, and there are seas, and there are seas

Poetry is measured madness

Metered out
Rhymed out
And yes
of course
it's timed out

And there were times
when madness was all that I could speak
And that was poetry

And there were times
when madness was all that I could hear
And that
again
was poetry

The insane
obsession
for the word

THE word
Not a good word
nor even the best word
but...
The perfect word

Poetry is measured madness
and it is the measuring that has made the difference