Sunset

I want to splash the darkening sky with rivers of fire
Purples and reds and luminous oranges of sunset
And the waters will abstract my painting in its dark mirror surface
Making an abstract of my realism
A dream of my reality

-gws

Drama

Don't disperse disused desperation
Drastic and droll
Dreadfully dramatic
Deeply disconcerting

-gws

A Winter Soul In Spring

Spring has arrived
Birds sing sweetly
In quickening branches bursting with blooms 
My winter soul peers out of bleary eyes
Before I pull the covers over my head

-gws

Buffets

I don’t know what I’m doing 
I don’t know how to adult 
Waking up everyday to 
Some new unknown challenge 
I’ve been told that God doesn’t 
Give you more than you can handle 
They don’t tell you God lays out
A buffet of mild to spicy experiences
I don’t think I’m a fan of buffets

-gws

Bubble

Hope is a soap bubble dancing in the air long past when it should have burst

-gws

On Carpenter Bees

Isn't it funny how carpenter bees think themselves no less dainty than honey bees?
They faithfully believe the flower will support them even when the stem bends toward the ground.
They aren't exactly wrong.

-gws

Counterpoint

I am looking for the counterpoint to my melody
A voice both hauntingly harmonic and intriguingly independent
That when blended with mine creates a masterpiece

-gws

Spring

The days grow longer
Promised manifestation
Renewal and hope

-gws

Done

“I am done,” is the quietest, most power-filled sentence in a woman’s lexicon.

-gws

Not It

“Not it!” I say
Not I
Not me
Not this time or any will it be

I cannot take your heart from you
I know not what to do with it
I will not take your heart from you
Please do not make a gift of it

I cannot be the one you seek
There is no love in me to reap
So I will go and let you keep
The heart you meant for me

-gws