War

It left the land scarred and barren
The sky bleeding profusely
The bodies on the ground
oozing death

One man lays with a picture of his rosy cheeked wife in his pocket
and a bullet in his head

Another stands
A cheap string 'round his neck with the words
"I miss you daddy" scribbled on the pendant
And a gun clutched between his fingers

Dance

Jagged shapes in motion
Smooth lines and fluid rhythm
Outlining boxes with outstretched hands
Watching the sunset at midnight

Dancing
Painting pictures and scenes with movement
Pulling onlookers into the beat with swaying arms
and warm eyes

Fool

They sway
Sharing hands and endless songs of life and death
Listless crescendo of the breeze flowing through their stems

I lay
Close my eyes and breathe through my mouth
Try to listen

But Nature's song eludes me
A stuttering, stumbling fool

The earth's children chortle in mockery of me
And I long to be one with the ground

Nonsense Poem

I paint
     Acrylics staining fingers and clothes
          Half moon faces glimmering
melancholy green

     Rosebud eyes bloom from
white-bleached skulls
          And horizons whisper serenity