Day 328 - Pink Socks

Some things belong in the grass

Like leaves and bugs and such

But the socks of a nice lass

That requires a special touch

Or a perfect day begging for bare feet

So her toes may wiggle in delight

A joy so very complete

She leaves her socks overnight

Day 281 - Running for My Life

I am frightened of too few words

When my mind never closes them off

In pretty little boxes

Like factory made sausages

My mother always told me that was school

So I ran off to life instead

And there I became enlightened

From a factory devoid of trust

I have run all this time

To a world where the enlightened speak

And the lost ones may find themselves

Where we may instill just who we are

Into the world around us

I am so frightened of too few words

To capture this essence, we are breathing

We are growing past the white little boxes

Out of packaging that would keep things neat

I am so frightened of too few words

Frightened of missing the wind on my face

That proves I am here and so is the world

So is the plentiful place we call home

So are the people who make it full

Of whatever they share

Of missing these things I am terrified

I am so frightened of too few words

That would not share life with others

Not adequately enough to explain passion

To name love in all its forms and times

Places and havens it has created

And its promises - if only in the memories of lovers - to never lose

Their engraved markings in this blessed place

I am frightened of too few words

Day 120 - The Key to Escaping

Straight lines shape the hope that white

Has carefully formed into squares

Realigning the simplistic sight

Accepting the almost-there’s

As if life were based on a single click

And all else was an escape to far away

The answer would come in the tick

Of keys and clocks with so much to say

The path we take requires an easy task

Just push, hold and release

For anymore you need not even ask

A touch and the normalcy of now can cease

Take the jump and we can soar

Off to places we never did before