Poems from singing bones
I am a painter
More often without canvas and paints
than with.
Images and colors dance from my eyes
to brain.
Creating magnificence and...
Let flowers grow from your hands
from love and care each stem stands
Some may break
and your hands may ache
When you let another take...
I float on my back
With an abundance of pale green water beneath
That darkens deeper and deeper
Into an unknown abyss of murk and life...