Monday, May 13, 2013

Inadequate

Everything in me is enormous tonight. I tried to write but all the words that came seemed so wildly inadequate. So I'll leave it to another. I don't really want to write, anyway. 
I want to touch. That would say it all.

A Conceit

Give me your hand.

Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.

Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.

For me
Give me your hand.

-Maya Angelou

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Magnolia

Delicate blossoms
Day-long rain too much to bear
Petals kiss the earth.