Ask me. I Dare You

Ask me. I dare you.

[But I forgot… ]

I soak color from the walls, brushing it into pictures, twisting it into wool afghans.

All these against leather sofas on wood floors.

Charged with sunlight from unveiled windows.

Smells of  home cooked food linger over an old sad body draped in beautiful clothing.

I walk every day, unless I dance wildly to whole-hearted red-blooded music.

Long tub baths go best with sweet-smelling oil.

And books.

Meaningful conversations with loved ones emanate laughter, tears and hugs.

A house full of children, music, and dance…  where all join in.

[can you hear it?]

And the first one to get there…


The Filling

Shattered promise, strike heart of every aspiration
Beat, bruise, break, score your blows,
Wrench, wring, no, twist words where
Unbridled feeding craves the exposed.
Ravaged heart, bleed hope of every desperation,
Beaten, bruised, broken, count your wounds,
Wrenching, wrought, no, twist knife where
Savage want empties the abandoned.
Empty soul, grasp hold of every inspiration,
Helped, held, healed, point your steps,
Rejoicing, ride, yes, level road where
Roaring fire warms the welcomed.