Front Porch Rambles

Artist! Writer! Practice your skills. Read something, pen something, sketch something still. Swiftly unraveled,  Long work to re-bind, The tenuous strands 'tween thumb, fingers and mind. Let not the dreams slip, Through unclenching hands. Guide them, direct them. Make patterns of sand. Pay no mind to mistakes, They belong, let them be. They're trees in the forest you're trying to see. Make ready your keyboard, Sketch paper and ink, You're readier now than you may ever think.

I don't know you, but I've heard things for better or worse, Of who you are and how you do. You're on her mind when you succeed, or when you're blind, and when the world makes you bleed. I wish you the best and she is it. She doesn't wish, she further commits. She has children of her body, you are children of her soul. Never forget that your success is ultimately her goal. She will sometimes challenge, she knows what you can do. Don't do it for her, she'll just defer. She's in it because of you. She might give a push  if you needed it today or quietly ask out of earshot "Is everything okay?" There's a depth in her  that you don't know, but if you listen carefully, you'll hear the echo of all that you might be.

Face The face is not the heart The face is a shield to protect it Not a soul but a mask for one,  with eye holes The face is not the captain The face is his command ------- Man & ant Who's that? an ant Why? in search On me? on anything Where do you come from? from here How long have you been here? always Well, don't crawl on me anymore. later then ------- Queen Luna's Tears Slow creak from the rocker Cricket heralds announce the march of the nighttime queen Cool sips from a beaded glass The high court is summoned, and arrive glimmering Sweet smoke curling lazily in starlight Majesty arrives, furious in cool shadows at her confinement Tangled green carpet on skin Tears land on the sky and shining, streak away Serene thoughts floating heavenward ------- Nantucket There once was a man from Nantucket, Who face had grown lined through the years, He'd sworn he would go,  and still meant to you know, As he dove in his bucket of beers. ------- My home is green Verdant held ...