Blasphemy

Why do you kneel in prayer To this aloof Heaven That has never spoken A word Of forgiveness Or paradise? Those were all your Meanings; See, I think it’s man you’re praying to. Not God. Do you really think you can see yourself In the angelic forms Looming in pane? Do you find salvation In…

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The Puppet Maker

I am a woman Made of wood; Paint and carve, And chip away. Pretend you made me But, I was always alive. Make me a mouth So I can give you back Your little words, Oh, Creator, Consumed by madness. My god without eyes Look and see: It fits, It fits.

Dear Diary II

Dear Diary, I feel the sun on my skin again. My God, it feels good. I hear the sound of my laughter again. I smile because I can; For the sudden rush of life. I can breathe in the air again, And it fills my lungs, Strokes my wings, I feel alive again. Warm, present-…

Forget-me-not

Up there alone, up above my head Wisps of cloud stray and roam, Brushing smears of blue and red, As I meander home.   A September chill clings to the air, Damp from the promise of rain. The old wood is held fast in prayer And crowds my little lane.   Rays of gold from…