Me thinking of You.

 

Cutting a Path

Cutting a Path

©carol voccia
for david

Real memories

Cultivated in the flesh

Sprinkle soft rain on

The buds of friendship

Of trust and simple feelings



Speak the life line in its

Truest test

As a prayer, a loft in the wing

Of a connection in flight

Open the flow

Even when kinks divert it into

Circles of torment

The path of escape will always

Be there as a simple thought of

Where you want to be



Be there with me

Let the drops of our past

Slide around our hearts and wash away

Forget the mind that judges in circles

We cut the path we want

And sing in tunes we can hear in the

Others we seek



I seek you

Not as a lone bird sitting on wire

But as conscience flight that takes

Us where we really want to be.
.

Book

Book
© carol voccia 2011

Flip pages slowly
Each revealing a secret for an eye
That believes in magic
Stalking the corners
The text flies up to meet the pupil
And darts its message
Stinging the iris with fractured
Truth
Read me- damn you!
I am the ink and pen stroking between the white
Open up and swallow my salt from
The edge of this pulp
My paint
Offers sweet penitence for those who dive in the belly of my words

Offering

Offering

© carol voccia 2009




I bloomed and ripened for this day

A reluctant fruit poised

Fully plumped

Juiced with sweet

My tartness gone with seasoned weather

Offering to be plucked by

One who will recognize my taste

I live among the leaves

Softly shadow dancing in the wind

Moving with the breathe spiritus

In all its goodness

Waiting




Reach for me



Inside the tree my fruit its offering


The tonic real
Your appetite perfect

Savor and consume

So I may reside within your trusting fiber