Saturday, July 30, 2016

the sand

being
with indelible stripes,
do not hide your authenticity.
in view of the sundial obscured
from their pale eyes, only
your marks define the sand.

~

RNH

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

The Disaster

it is a difficult pill to swallow
when the mold fits too tight and you are not
allowed to say so
when the air becomes suffocating and everyone
stands too close
when no amount of discomfort will permit
you to complain
when your efforts to reach that ever-increasing
high bar
result in little
when your landing is a hard fall, certain
and clicked helmet-free 
when that first place ribbon
to someone else, more deserving,
is given
i know, it would be so easy
just to give up. 

~

RNH

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

stillness

The sky waits with a patience
Seemingly endless
Formidable
In these single seconds, still
Without realization,
Entirely moved.

~

RNH

Monday, July 18, 2016

lucky

you are the luck in all my found
pennies
the joy in the tickle of landing
ladybugs. 

~

RNH

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

when all the waves

I remember when all the waves I drew
were upward C's, buoyant
crescents to the sun and now
I know the waves within me, blue
with a saffron light, shine
with dimensions more than few
will understand.

~

RNH

Friday, July 8, 2016

The Crane

fodder for my quill
the disintegration of those beautifully
ill-weaved intentions
oh, how my origami chest simply
crumpled
caught in the talons of your gaze
i held together, that abrasive
dark bruising kind
of love
squeezed into a box, you knew i could not
unfold from and you stood by, watching,
admiring
my change
you said we were the same creatures
needing constantly
i say,
the sky looks a whole lot brighter
without you
i lift
to a panorama, new and unwritten.

~

RNH

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

the flower field

nails on an auburn plywood
table pocketed with the aggression
you passively dismissed and then
confronted out of necessity
hammer to the object instead of attacking
one's skin seemed like a good idea, the circles
we travel in to solve ourselves
the dandelions that we rust into, bowing in our
laughing tears.

~

RNH

outstretched

one's ability to bend
may be misconstrued
as a whole assortment of devices
turned over in gloved
thoughts, they become
your weapons
or this
vulnerability.

~

RNH