may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!


Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA


Saturday, December 25, 2010

i am not the only one

footprints on the moon
someone loves you,too

my New Year's Revolution-
to give attention to this moment
i have just lost

she blogs,i log on
email and Facebook
we virtually miss

European snow
not so romantic-
blocked toilets!

by the side of my road-
garage sale leftovers
FREE! at last!

Austin allergies-
junipers were here before
we called them "cedar"

official flowers for ceremonies
personal gardens for friends

have to adjust my phone
no longer wristwatch

lateral thinking (mountain tops)
age slides time down sides

i check my newspaper
to see if it is still raining

tomatoes(like me
do not understand seasons

yellow bananas/green stems
neither ripe,nor ready

i want to watch the movie
of your life

lines of prison poems
escape over night's walls

anonymous was right
change identities nightly!

art outside frames-trees
outside my window

bright bird,breakfast hunting
does not know she is next

fresh baked bread  aromas
sell houses as much as lemons

a cloud changed shape
or was it earth
en passant?

one or two will see our view from space
the rest must dream imaginary orbits

she teaches tantra
by example

i am grateful for release
allows freedom to us both

ripple bell laughter
waves of you levitate us!

tea ritual ceremony less in the drinking
more in the non-thinking

my neighbor,arthritic
cleans karma for a living

light from your eyes
guides my night boats home

trees do not need Lights
we do.

Trail of Tears/still crying
with no reservations

Named cups/Estate Sales
Release everything!

As close as gossiping
Celebrity media Royalty

when my moon was full
i was drunk on reflections

water prays to sky
to be released

bones chatter beneath us
exchanging gossip

boats that leave harbors
become photographs and memories

GPS shares where you are
and where you want to be

leafblowers killing silence
he wears earphones to avoid himself

Sunday /lawnmowers are signaling-
"we have won!They are moving!"

Moving emotion/like houses
inhabiting new shells

She settles in /making Art
so she can live/ within

2011 dreams awaiting!

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