your music sings my soul

your words go to my head
intoxicate me with their
flourishing scents

you are my hopeful sunrise
you are my wistful yesterday
you spur me on to new heights
you lead me back to quiet valleys

your music sings my soul
oh, dear poet friends, i love you all!


--bruised orange

at times we beat as one (has anyone noticed?)

melancholy hearts
harmonize their tunes
beat as one in their
longing for love's
uniting embrace


--bruised orange

music, ladder for my soul

i just love music, don't you?


music, you push and pull me
i blow wherever your wind sends me
oh ladder for my soul, your
notes send me high, or cast me low
i blow where ever your wind sends me
yet
my roots are deep, no tumbleweed am i
you, music, send me traveling the stars
while my toes sink deep into the mud,
where the earth flowers blossom
and waft their potent scent of heaven

secrets of the universe are folded within
you, music, ladder for my soul


--bruised orange

Melancholy Mondays

Melancholy Mondays
always leave me breathless
and longing

like a sad friend come to visit
to share a cup of grief with me

and i, with my breaking heart
welcome the feeling of lonely arms
entwined in a wistful embrace

too much to share,
i sigh into my teacup
my tea sighs back at me

leaving my vision foggy
and my face flushed


--bruised orange

paper heart

reams of paper at my feet
words i write, my desolation

my coward's heart locks inside
the words i long to sing

my pen is stilled, my heart explodes
my words tumble to the ground

the evidence, on clear display
in reams of paper at my feet


--bruised orange

not mine to know

i have planted my words
in the soil of your heart
my tears have showered
the land at my feet
my hands have pulled
the weeds in the furrows

now i must trust in
the mercy of the sun

what bounty will come
is not mine to know
time is not mine
to complete


--bruised orange