Rubble Trouble

Leavings of destruction in the abstract...

River Stones Remain

While water flows away...

Solarized: It's A Dry Heat

Dead Prickly Pear among rocks and stones...

Up Against The Wall

Bulldozed and uncultivated to rearrange landscape...

Respiration: Inhale, Exhale

Go down the drain where, exhaust out what?...

Feathers, Leaves, Sticks and Stones

Blown in by a dust devil...

Dancing dust devil spun
a small gyration of dust
carrying remnants of scattered earth,
leaving random odds and ends
on my upper floor unswept tile.

Reminiscent...

Whirl to my head feathers
a recent gust to soul
transporting fragments of strewn thoughts,
arriving haphazard sticks and stones
returning, requesting my mind's attention...

Reeds

Later to dry up and become tumbleweeds...

Rocks Of Ages

Stones among leaves like nuggets of gold...

Sticks and Stones

Underneath are buried names that didn't hurt me...

Tis not true that names do not at first hurt,
hurled like stones they attempt to hit the soul
like sticks striking to break psyche bones.

Tis the brave soul that faces real truth,
that those who fling utterances of dung
are best disregarded, since their souls...

Are mere dried sticks useful only as firewood.

Sticks and Stones

Gathering no moss...

Sticks and Stones

Are not words that might hurt me...