Simply to Exist
I slowly walk through the forest
and feel the soft jade moss
caress my feet as I pass by all
the beauty and wonder that surrounds me,
for today I have a purpose.
Today I capture your essence for all to see.
Pen and pad in hand I approach
the clearing ahead where I know you
will be waiting for me.
You always are.
A stone gray sentinel keeping
watch over your domain.
Branches stretching up to the sky
and bending this way and that at the
As if paying homage to some unknown
deity by bowing day after day.
I find a comfortable spot and begin
to sketch your massive frame.
As the hours go on it becomes increasingly
dificult to envision you on
the canvas of my mind.
Constantly in motion you present
a target I fear now I may never reach.
Before I know it the light is waning
and I must make the journey home
my quest unfulfilled.
But I will be back tomorrow
and you will wait for me.
You always do.
I come back for days, then weeks
as I attempt to capture a glimmer of the
I sit on the weatherworn porch
gently swinging my feet
as I watch you water your flowers.
The morning sun is still hid
beneath the blankets of the pine trees
over the hills, and past the valleys
where the morning mist gathers
before fading out of this existence
and into the blackness of nothingness.
You make such simple motions look so graceful
and artlike. A beautiful ballerina
who doesn't realize she can dance.
I watch you as you spray the life giving
spray back and forth and hum ever so lightly.
I watch as the drops fall through the air
and land on each petal individually,
hesitating ever so slightly before racing
toward the edge and plunging to the ground
to be absorbed into the flower's very soul.
It is in that moment just before
it hits the ground, but after it has
left the flower that inspiration is conceived.
In that one moment the Past and the Future
pause in their eternal footrace we call time
to gaze in wonder both back
and forward at the present to this
moment here with yo
"I promise" is such a simple phrase
you toss about as free as air.
But do you truly understand?
Do you even really care?
You said that you would feed me
but my stomach feels empty and torn.
You said that you would clothe me
yet bitter winds embrace my naked form.
You said you would be here by my side
yet only my shadow comforts me.
You said you would heal the wound
and yet it continues to bleed.
You said you'd be my dearest friend
as you plunged the dagger in my back.
You said you'd fill my every need
but now there's only dark and lack.
And after everything that we've through
it pains me that I must admit.
That despite the painted truths you faked
you're nothing but a hypocrite.
Playland of Forgotten Dreams
I remember it just as clearly
as if it was yesterday.
The look of wonder and joy
on your face as your mom brought
me home from the toystore
all those years ago.
Soft brown fur, glass eyes as
blue as the sea during a morning rain.
Hand stitching with a black button
for a nose and a red smile sewn on
with yarn as red as cherries in the spring
(only the best for you!)
You promptly named me Boogie (Which isn't so bad
I got used to it) and held me so tight
I feared my seams would burst!
(Not the first impression I wanted to make).
You kissed your mom and whisked me away
to your room and that was the start
of the best life any bear could ever hope for.
Oh, the adventures we had! I still remember
the time we saved the Earth from aliens
in our back yard (I am still not convinced
the Mason jar you put on my head was a helmet)
Or the time we slayed the evil dragon Smog
in the musty tunnels under the dwarven mountains.
Of course all this took a toll on both of us.
My fur is not quite so shiny an