Raindrops So Clear They Ask To Be Polished

As if they had a shape, a groove out of which one could scale, maybe as a building would or a tree, or even a mountain would. That’s right; a place for your feet to be, to start your work.  Matter of fact, I would want to ask the raindrop, what color it preferred the polish to be. And of course, if it said red, I would have to stop right there and run to the corner store.

      Better would be my next question, what would be the use of raindrop polishing and where would it be headed in its next incarnation.  Another thing; what was it like not to be a phantom like me and my buddies are? But no matter, would really love to know, do raindrops ever get to go to school where possibly they learn to work out their eliteness. That would help me a lot knowing that my spiritual side also has an infinite side to it.

J.R. Johnson

7/7/2011

Sapphire Blue

The military gently knocks

Sapphire Blue waits in a vestibule

for a letter that will never arrive

Sapphire Blue waits in a vestibule

for her soldier who will never return

THINGS ONE HAS FORGOTTEN

     "All things one has forgotten

     scream for help in dreams."

          --Elias Canetti

These nearly six years since you passed away

My body has forgotten how it felt

To lie so close together we seemed to melt

Into each other as night bled into day.

After bereavement words are useless: gray

And lifeless lumps of language, failing

To flower into meaning, madly flailing

Against hard silence, leading thought astray.

But in my dreams I welcome your embrace

Upon the star-bedazzled quilt of night,

Forgetting morning's numbness will erase

These astral bodies spun from breathless light;

I shatter sorrow's shadowed carapace;

As pain falls free, astonishment takes flight.

What If I Were Human And I Had To See Miserable Homeless People Suffering All Day Long?
by Ed Bowers

If I were human...

I would scream for help instead of
Stand in silence

If I were human...

I would not be me
Until this was fixed.

If I were human...

I would not be
Too strong to cry...

If I were human...

I would be too vulnerable
Not to care.

If I were human...

I would know
What its like to be alone.

If I were human...

I would never let
The other people die.

If I were human...

But I am not human...

I am a tree growing out of concrete,

Thank God!