Scribbles 'n Bits

Feed

  • On belay?

    Feats of my burden 
feed on desire. 
All left to leaving 
where twin peaks aspire. 
Wind through your day 
like vines through the grama.  
Painted in plastic 
like carving a comma.  
Dreams left to dreaming 
never climb higher. 
That's where I keep them:  
the subtle belier.

  • The Artist of Pithewa Peak

    A man who paints memories 
gave me one to take. 
Gift wrapped from you it said, 
"Give your mind a rest
and keep your heart awake."
I see him paint there still, 
where the sun stains the forest skin.
I will never forget that day - 
the closest to you I have ever been.