Full Bloom

the fragility of rose
full bloom
her fall from the crown
leaves
tiny droplets
of blood red petals
spread across the earth
for an instant
then gone
with the wind
leaving
only her empty crown
and I
who bear witness
to the existence of rose
full bloom 

Twins of Summertime

the pregnancy
to the end of a day
gives bursts
to giant rain clouds
of blood red
that fill the sky
like a fired furnace

stretch marks of deep violet blues
twilight
and coil the red flames
in this furnace
a burning
of summers day

screaming's of birth
tantrums of thunder
as an explosion
of  blood red
      gives way
from the belly
of the sky
      and the waters break
giant drops of rain
fall

slowly
the sun slips
into the wet mouth
of the sea
swallowed whole
in a day
the birth of darkness
is born '
bearing full its moon
on the horizon
we call this time
night 

There are two I's in Origami

the origami Of I
written on paper
I fold myself
inside out
till i am no more a muse
a poem
or haiku
rubbish
I am picked up
a one night stand
by the wind
and just as I cling
Im let go
curled like a leaf
I am
falling
from the tree
that once held me
made no promises
to keep me
I am origami
I am paper thin
I cut sharp
and you bleed
my words out
like there is
no tomorrow
I am me
a piece of poetry
that neither rhymes
or for some
has rind
but I am amused
by all my origami art
made without paper
but folded
none the less
with words