Fire (unbalanced)

blazing
an inferno
all is tinder before it
devouring
with unending hunger
a traveling pyre
leaping the sizzling air
grasping for more
curling fingers of flame
and choking out life

Fire (balanced)

dancing flame
lighting the darkness
flickering
igniting imagination
watching the images
play out in your glow
warmth seeping
licking at my skin
soft solace in the dark

Air (unbalanced)

twisting
mindless spirals
hopping and bounding
stepping to earth
only to retreat unharmed
screaming
it circles again
calm center belying its rage
destruction its only gift

Air (balanced)

whispering wind
sharing its secrets
weaving the trees
like an intricate dance
rising up
it drifts the clouds
carries sunbeams on its back
slips inside
chest rising up
it drifts the fog
gentle caress of hello

Water (unbalanced)

rising
forever rising
devouring in its wake
filling
drowning
creeping inch by inch
or crashing waves attack
it matters not
consuming all it continues
unquenchable

Water (balanced)

babbling brook
telling its tales
to all who approach
following and leading
at the same time
concealing its treasures
revealing its life
flowing over and through
infinite patience
creating its path
winding and forging
what only time and pressure
can gently accomplish

I Seek You

under cover of darkness
I creep
soles with a memory
leading the way

hallways and stairs
a labyrinth spread forth
traveling the maze
to find you again

with the shadows trailing
one step behind
yet never gaining
I am led on

silken cord taut
tugging at my heart
guiding my steps
to meet you again

even at dawning
I seek
soul with a memory
leading the way

The Reality Is

I have these compulsive thoughts
not dangerous
just strange

When the silence surrounds me
they repeat in my head
"the reality is"

I'm obsessed with the real
and the illusion
not that I can always tell

Sometimes it passes
without my notice
just incessant white noise

Other times it pervades
pushing out other thoughts
overwhelming me

not dangerous
just strange

Diamond Trees

sparkling crystal clothed

each branch bears an icy shield

as if dipped in glass

Slush

Potholes becoming icy lakes
Quiet white fields nolonger
Running in thick rivers
Soaking my feet cold
How I miss the stillness of snow

The Music Forever

pooling in my chest
pulsing, pounding
like the body of a cello
curving echoes

flowing over my skin
advancing, receding
like an ocean wave
powerfully buoyant

curling through my toes
weaving, wending
like the bobbin thread
delicately tugging

sliding down my throat
sinking, warming
like chamomile tea
slowly soothing

the music forever
fills me
drowns me
binds me
nourishes me



(Writer's note: I apologize for the late posting, but the storm knocked out my internet.)

i would mourn

if you were everything
all the thoughts I had
dreams that passed my eyes
if that was you

i would mourn

weep and rend garments
like the old books tell
red-rimmed eyes forever
if that was you

i would mourn

if you held no secrets
and pulled no punches
yet all your words were love
if that was you

i would mourn

curse the day you fled
blacken it on every calendar
strike it from history
if that was you

i would mourn

but half-truths and guilting
waiting by a silent phone
hours passing unspoken
that was you

i would heal

roy g. biV

pulled inside
her walls erected
shrinking from the world at large
wilting
fainting
at the pressures
fearful of the outside lens

roy g. bIv

sweeping by on regal robes
depth beyond all measure
rarity challenged
taking up a new domain
everyday
on legs pass by
winking at the stolid
dye of yesteryear

roy g. Biv

bowl of the heavens
pouring out showers
and drizzles, and fogs
mixing gifts for those below
fashioning flakes
to grace our landscape
displaying the stars
like tea leaves

roy G. biv

prickling spikes
driving from the earth
tickling both nose and fingertip
vibrant with unsung power
energy loosely contained
whispering the bounty
that will come to be

roY g. biv

early harbinger of spring
trumpeted blossom
standing vainly
circled six worshipers
follow his gaze
to the still water's mirror

rOy g. biv

pockets of sunshine
exploding in a burst
citrus tantalizing
sour sweetness
glowing on the tongue
telling of summer to come

Roy g. biv

flame of passion
engulfing, consuming
honing to the base
to the ebb and flow
crimson river of life
following to the source
the center
the heart

Winter

Winter
Earth's slumber

Spiraling snow flurries

Desolation above, renewal below

Possibility

Capricorn

rocky cliff beneath his feet
and step by balanced step
path quite narrow he must plot
ranging forever up

not a single hour to rest
nor detour to be made
believes that he ever must
search out the steeper grade

4 Months Old

in pools of blue her questions slumber
ne'er to pass her rosebud lips
the furrowed brow a sign of wonder
clever to her fingertips

now smiles surround from all direction
wall of giants side by side
outpouring tones of clear affection
left her with no place to hide

too young to truly understand them
still her eyes flit back and forth
her thoughts she tries to place in tandem
though she can't tell south from north


(dedicated to Adelaide Rossman)

Not Butterflies

coiled in the pit of my belly it waits
a rattler swaying
beating a rhythm within my chest
striking each rib like a xylophone
playing the melody of my fear

The Beach

like salt water bath

Atlantic waves lap my hips

lazily tugging

Epiphany

there in the shadow
light intrudes
destructively searching every corner
flooding
overtaking and abolishing
so that every detail disappears

a million grays become flat white
bright but featureless
painful as turning your gaze to the sun
such is the force of God in human hands

but invited
sought
given passage and presence

there in the shadow
light washes
cleansing gently every crevice
filling
supporting and creating
so that every talent grows

a million grays explode to color
bright but welcoming
creating a beacon in the darkness of life
such is the grace of God

When Illness Hits

you laughed in my fever dream
found the heat and fear
birthed amusement
while I flamed inside
boiling my thoughts
distilling disappointment to hate

stay out of my head

Acorn

under the snow it

waits with patience we know not

til sun's rays awake

to follow Him

His words fill me and hollow me out
boring holes, carving rooms
pushing the cage until my heartbeats
echo
echo
echo
chisel like a sculptor
His thoughts create paths to tread
a labyrinth spiraling slowly in
to where my prayers
echo
echo
answer

Winter Acrobats

snow white whispering

performing on windowpanes

swirls of crystal ice

Ought I?

premonition mistress
can’t you find a line
cross the cosmos
and my thought

divination lady
tell me what you see
the three of wands
shows me naught

clairvoyant mademoiselle
future mists disperse
pull the curtain
to my sought

telepathic maiden
listen to the wind
what potential
for me wrought

psychic signorina
one answer have you
in this vision
am I caught

Reminisce

With silver tongue she told
the world she'd heard and seen
of moments tin and gold
but mostly those between

Her words she caref'lly chose
pulled softly from her mind
aware that there are those
who would not be so kind

And as her story drew
to its elusive end
my spirit fin'lly knew
that I could call her friend