you

vichyssoise
olla podrida
hodge-podge
pottage
substance
scrap
soup? no
all the things you are

none

my heart breaks
i have failed to convey
softly and fluid to relay
the ways of ancient tale telling
my mentor notices me not
i am still to clumsy
perhaps worse
as my tears
hinder my
path

doubts

mentor mine must i always in your presence face the earth
so failing in my feeble efforts to have you stay
i cannot learn it is true as strength i have not without you

blue line

fore warned be
watch your door
not for a buick big
nor a shining bright star
but something more intriguing by far
would be certainly not me

words

ankles crossed
chin upon my knees
caressing shins i read
your stories intense burn
in flames now so tall of last fall
continues to smolder my heat of defeat
and loss of you

geologist

philosophy of
spessartite garnets
when musing a connection
find quite pleasingly striking
rare lightly refined reflections
considered their contemplation

golden sparkle golden these
searching mandarin jewels
black garnished notion
with deliberate and
quick emotions
have wisdom

book

you are like a good book
for which i can not
turn the pages
and can not
read