shoulders two

shoulder to shoulder
we can step over, through and around
all things that would slow us down
hand in hand we still have a pair left
to shape our worlds with joy.

thought poem with no articles

Two days of waiting for the guillotine ….let’s be done with it.
(thought poem with no articles)

Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock
Mouse sits upon clock waiting for 1:00 PM
Watching pendulum cut through air as guillotine severs life from breath.
Clock struck 1:00 change, tock,
tomorrow 4:30 PM, tick
and away he run hickory dick-doc

Two days and two minutes--life changes…yet again
367 days and two minutes of tic, change, tock, change,
tic-change, change-tock
Tick, tock ,Tick ,tock, Tick, tock. what
am I but temporal clock!
by God’s grace--I AM
Change, Tick, tock , change, Tick ,tock, change, Tick, tock,
waiting at guillotine
for next hickory-dick to sever my life’s routine.

CHRYST 2002-2004
The GHA story with shades of GAM
Revised 4/9/06
Revised 9/15/07
Revised 3/24/09

© CFCHRYST, INC

March Madness: Walking the park

Colors collide
Blend and vibrate in ice and snow and
The yellowing of the willow

October skies fill March air
colors of fall are mulched
by blades of grass and crocus piercing the
Frozen layer of the last years

March is mad
with color,
Blood red twigs
Lime green mosses
Burnt umber river bottom freed from its
Crystalline crust of grey blue ice
Frost, rhyme, micro glaciers linger
In the deep shadows of winter.

And it is April—

In memoria of winter