The Painter

infinite stretch
I reach
 rub green through   Nature
trees on my
    fingertips
    color of our lungs
on rainy afternoons
    a lush world
blooms slow
like a    Lotus
     half-open
I wait
     planet of mud
 hands     outstretched
      to the blue
it pours
               leaves
are greener
     lost nights
I write
     places with
pumpkin purple
     horizons
and
  blood orange
      suns
      smeared ink
I erase
  blood blue
        stains
  on      page
        when the pen
     breaks
   I bleed     out

Saving the Planet

Saving The Planet

                                     Earth day slapped me in the face
with blue and green continents
that turned black — not only at night.
Smoke stacks and bright lights                    escaping hustle bustle
rustled the trees

when the wind blew                            across              the              concrete        jungle
and into my lungs,
it tasted                                            like dust, like lost children and struggling   mothers,
like soap and milk cartons and M&M’s.

                                                     Disgusting.
I took a bite of my life and it tasted like trees.

Sherwood

Wrote this while I was at Sherwood Forest for a 100 word group…

Wicked green trees envelope these
woods that surround our home
is a canopy, is a tent, is a tarp

Dirt beneath feet and shoes and
bodies leaning on each other
holding hands holding hearts

One in
as
thousands

Pictures capture moments but not
feelings that encompass beings
when life stops between time

Sharing spaces, faces, places
feels brand new meanings
connect in brains, lives

Life is green and brown
I am a leaf
We are a tree

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Image

earthquake.
the               sh
  ground          ak
                            es-
you spit butterflies,
I
      swallow.

a rumble in my stomach
reverberates in
          dirt,
b l o s s o m i n g   flowers.
sunlight, sweetness,
fruit of my          intestines.

 t
 r
ee  of your      lips
    basking in wet dew.
foggy morning-
        I see       you.
                                        n
I breathe     your      i                  b
                           ra                      ow    
and burst
into     bright  light.

Aside