Day 17: Street Symphony Morning Bacchanal Tweets flutter in pale hues Stream across A chilling swoosh Dimming down acapella of morning dew Clinking and clanking naked branches Dancing, reaching, requesting- I too, must get in the groove. Twigs jump and clap Celebrate to the tune of idle bottle caps On center grounds Throughout the quad, Scraping laundry bags Hi-hats of skating shopping carts Whistling through Timely rimshots of dips from large vehicles The chorus of cackling squirrels Bridges into screeching gulls That fade away in leaping sirens, Dawn congregates all to sweeping harmony.

DAY 24: Grounded Communicate A steady rumble exchange beneath and inside All things absolute sheltered in the ethers Home for neutrinos Bare and giving Unmoved and living In depths Core forgiving Reverberate conversations from a nonphysical world Traffic sensations Secret in form Open- from dust to dust In bouts closer to source, Every childhood somersault Surfaced in the grasps of grain Tussling gravel In two hands full I return to you The life shared with me Vibrating At once our hearts beat the same.

Day 23: One-Sentence Poem Solidarity In the absence of presence, solidarity subject to windfall; the one within the without fields the call.

Day 21: The Doorway Moment Threshold Wait! Don't go where we don't know Never knowing anything Finding Crossroads Never quite cross Instead run parallel Mauled in the middle of the pack Big wins in greater losses Smaller lessons in larger gains Fogged opportunity behind lens of lack.

Day 20: Pocket Poem Focal Point I wonder if we see each other or view others the same, Difference between instrument from tool Compact role model Compliments made by changing points of view Adorn every subject Through willingness to switch perspective. Admirable vision- sensors tailored to lighting Built to slice reality Think in creativity Paired with pen and notebook, Preferred companionship Together, hard to overlook Splicing moment and magic In hand, frustrations temper Inspiration drawn between alternating lens God whispers into the viewfinder... Shoot for the stars - you're one amongst them.

Day 19: Personal Ritual Lord's Prayer In the name of the Father, with whom I often spout; And the Son, whose name I'm not devout; And the Holy Spirit, which I'm in search of its where-abouts. My automated blinds Open to the sparse radiating sunrise Hand gestures Follow order of operations Orienting anything lost toward The Sign of the Cross. Glory Be - words that commence Faith, beveled and embossed Absorbs any remnant doubts Along lines of commandments Before feet prance the floor.

Day 18: Unexpected Guest Passerby Today reminds me of you Bright With a calm chill Dreamy as the whiff of a warm meal Strong in opposing direction Warping affection, Unsuspecting as it gathers with each lift The wind beneath your feet.

Day 15: Mirror Glance The Seat The eyes behind Those eyes Of no demise Speaking in quiet, cleansing silence. No heart beat Just stream, in vessels Well-being.

DAY 13: Unsent Message Layaway Love Figure out what you want, and what matters; wherever those two intersect Reach out- that's likely where I'll be.

Day 10: Five Steps from Here Controlled Misteps One seems no different from the last Patient, in the time time it carries Hesitant When the next comes to a halt From where I stand My 5th leaves me at the door. Cardboard boxes surround Sealed, with all I'd like to unpack Slight pressure under tape Holding together Decisions yet to be made Under heavy pressures of time A diamond can't crack The moment it feels more than one can take Mine the soul, the gems await.

DAY 9: Scent Memory Precipitation Road An outstretched aroma Skinning the winding veins Highlighted through the coombe Glistening pathways paved Drumming rain lace asphalt lined carpet whiffs of heat being raised Mapping my memory ladened home.

DAY 5: Colour Report Big Blue Frequencies attuned, Harmonizing layered hues Frequent dreams in midnight blue Drawn upon a crescent moon Echoes of aqua tones Ripple through turquoise lakes Mesmerizing cobalt stones Leading stars on the way, This azure blanketed throne.

DAY 4: The Object Whisperer Cocktail Confession Truly, I'm ashamed Contrite from behaviors I entertain Whether esteemed bliss or tumultuous pain Present in every domain None of which brings me joy To be so celebrated- a dismal ploy; Lubricate then dehydrate Relationships left to rekindle Only wrong messages get sent Swirling in these voided bottles.

DAY 3: Found Words Ginger Date Latte In the middle of a Valley Plateaus of ginger lilies Often first with a greeting Recognizing each visit required such a steep climb Before making contact would have the presence of mind To milk its conversation with the wind So that I may have the chance to gather mine, Their presence was pleasure Each date set to a reminder Love spirals out once bound by nature. Without having to keep in any order, Our encounters appear brief Without perspective of eternity Magic, reduced to slight of hands An exchange, only relevant upon delivery Lost in translation, details for a divine plan,

Day 2: Soundtrack of Now Godly Hour High Frequencies to overrule Undertones of soul imposters Whispers low in value Pang soprano volumes To call on Self Dial in a vibration Amplify so sound surrounds Tuning soul toward what to reach for Peace is in the silence Though the silence has not been peaceful No harm in trying Yet not trying has been harmful 963, 437, eleven eleven Hertz for hurt Swim in penetrating symphony Subtly overpowering internal cacophony Most dangerous words said to one's self in safest spaces where it's kept The loudest voice no one hears Stifled on its way back, from mouth to God's ears.

Day 1 One Bus Stand I slept with a man No, I don't know his name And he didn't mine Unspoken the invisible lines crossed, only to manage The gargantuan time Productivity afforded us the chance to waste Wrestling our way through confined space Occasional bumps into each others waist A premature lean that cusps my shoulder An accidental knock of knees suddenly swayed from each other. Yes, I slept with this man from evening Into the night Without either one of us knowing when we came We arrived together Destination the same On a Coach bus, adjacent passengers Now opposites on the train Grateful to have borrowed a shoulder Rested, wide eyed- thrusting into the next venture Bags in hand, the tracks where we part perhaps forever.

Selfish Over Selfless (S.O.S) Trying to let go, hold close, what is mine. Yours to hold, consoled rose, where is mine? Create where fate and fortune misalign. Oft told, soon find, in throws all that is mine Time may just tell, after space mates with hell. Heaven knows, Angels withhold, who is mine. In passages pens pray, forged roles made Budding chapters, foretold woes, which is mine? One day courage great, peace and poise maintained. And heart so bold, must impose, this is mine. NC

Plus One All Throughout day's Autumn Love possessed loss, Palming midnight hours Haunted caress cowers Dawn hauls a tale of caution Staunchly approaching 2nd thermal law Practiced, quandary withdrawn chaos. Reverie must pay- priced at shadow's cost Bondage to all lost, retains then- gone, now False truths shelter blame, housing disheveled thoughts In order- Fault, not good enough Propped notions, renounce cause; Coiling knees run common To beg, walk, or crawl Down washed waters, Night drops Fall. NC

 Ruins of Broughton Still waiting As time has grown Reaching the long arm of the Lord Undertake short-comings And curious downfalls Where lowly spirits pace Mulling, never having the opportunity To do so from grace. Memories shrined in concrete slabs Citizens of a promised land, roaming the surface Echoing thrills for a promising future, heeded in the forest. NC

Living Suicide I'd like to Kill myself Possessive Me My- Self To recognize Not find, To think beyond, not behind An idea founded on broken self impression. I, seized Perfect self expression Seek decease From a diseased brain Torments the mind Like pious plots Overthrow the seat of the throne. NC