The minotaur

Inside his mind

is anger raging and roaring

mad to get out

imprisoned

pushing forward but being held back

a surge pushes him back

rage throbbing

pulsing

into the open

waves(concrete)

rising

crashing

towering

falling

glistening

grabbing

creeping

galloping

thundering

charging

splashing

angry

the white horse

powerful

greedy

cresting

caressing

rolling

tossing

churning

lapping

deadly

japanese girl

There once was a girl from Japan

who liked to cool down with a fan

she fanned it so hard

she blew out of the yard

and ended up in Saipan

swimmer

swimmer

strong, water lover

pulling through the water

effortlessly

fish

rain and snow

rain

wet, cold

falling, dipping, plummeting

It is colder than ice

drifting, floating, spinning

beautiful, intricate

snow

Roses

The blooming roses

are beautiful in summer

but brighter in spring

In winter they all vanish

Just to be re-born again

friendship

like the suns hot rays

like a bright light in the dark

like the moon at night

like a book on a wet day

is a beautiful friendship.

the crane

the crane is watching,

so quiet in the background,

its wise eyes know much.

life goes on

the ants are crawling,

the wet grass is towering,

and all life goes on.

rain drops

pitter

patter

rain

dripping

diving

dipping

to

ground.

wet

sorrow,

plummeting

dropping

splashing

branches,

showering,

rapping,

splashing,

fine mist

tapping

stinging eyes,

shiny faces,

is rain

school shoes

your school shoes,

normally shiny with polish,

are dull

from a hard day

of work at school.

Think of all the place

they have been.

Looking closely

you'll see a stain,

made by something you remember.

with their tongues lolling

you put them to bed

but the memories they bring back live on.

vanity

my hair is like a dolphin gliding through water

my eyes are like jewels glistening in the sun

my voice is like a sweeping breeze on a summer day

my laugh is like a star twinkling in the sky

my heart holds love as sweet as honey.

If i were a pencil

If I were a pencil

I'd soar

I'd glide and race

over the paper.

My black shoes would

wear down to my feet,

pulling me to the ground

just to be renewed again.

My tough wooden body

would move like a leaf

when it touched paper,

taking a breath

to move me quickly

over the sheet.

My brown head

is dizzy,

as I loop the O

in the clear space,

all day

I could

drift and glide

and

sweep

into

magical worlds.