Rainbow Kids

This poem is dedicated to my friend, Lizy, whose love for children inspired me since the day I met her, until now.  It continues to inspire me.

Rainbow Kids

Children are the color of your day.

They are your laughter and your cheer,

They are your happy yellows.

Children are your love, deep and real;

They are your warming reds.

Children are your calming white,

And spontaneous purples at-play.

They are your blues, your pain;

They are your breaking heart.

They are your dreamers and learners,

They are your thinking greens.

They are your hopeful oranges,

Forgetful and forgiving.

Children are the rainbow of your life.

Short, short poems

Words play in my head, fall into my ears

and dance on my fingers.

I dream of pale colors...pale and muted;

Hues sparkling on dark waters.

Today is a black eyeliner kind of day.

Today is a heavy metal, stay-away from me

kind of day.

Some people fill your mind with poems;

Others chase them away.

This temporary discomfort, a blessing.

This grain of sand, a pearl.

Pain into beauty.

Poetry doesn’t exist in a vacuum.

It is born through sweat and tears.

It is who we are.

Christmastime

At Christmastime

Heaven came to Earth

Dimensions collided,

transcending time and space

The eternal met what is temporary

Light met darkness

Love touched the unloved,

and the unlovely

At Christmastime

Otherworldliness surprised what is common

The everlasting converged in a moment

Leaving anticipation and longing

Joy met dancing

Music met song

Words met meaning

Life met death

At Christmastime a baby was born

A paradox beyond imagination

A bundle wrapped in blankets

Lying in a manger