Wednesday, May 7, 2008


I wish I could be angry with you.
Your judgemental platitudes
Reveal self righteous attitudes
Beneath the benevolence you issue.

But, your molten shards so foolishly spew
From flows brittle with over use.
The scorching ignorance of it's misuse
Obstructs the steam that will surely ensue.

So, the watery depths scream in agony,
Pockets of empathy hiss under the pressure,
Cavern walls moan with self censure,
And fissures weep harsh judgements of the autonomy

That determine the fault line lies within,
And then punish the weakness rather than mend.


Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

WOW! Powerful!

Super art. Love the snake and symbolism.

Great poem. important stuff.

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

I REALLLY like the art. (Just looking again!)

Anonymous said...

roses and blue jays
call our name
in luck and fear we find
the sweet cream of it

back and forth
with bad investors
the unthinkable bird
lists our heart-losers

i will bend until
the longing goes, so
light a match of death to everyone
for i remember the whales kisses