i will
plant more
near the flower
that is you

walking away now
to your
in a dream
where a shadow
misses your touch

f a i n t l y, with eyes closed
a fire burns, a purple hue
and its silence speaks

© r.e.l. 4/22/11

image on “suntrail” in mill valley, ca

posted for Poetry Potluck 4/24-4/30/11 on Jingle Poetry


moving too fast
leads to doubt
allowing no feeling
all that you are
along the way

even if eyes on your words
can be a form of touch
you long for
you are precious
and grow
like a little seed in its bud
into a flower

be patient
all in good time…

© r.e.l. 5/28/10

inspired by my daughter

photo by Lori Tuttle

posted for Poetry Potluck 4/17-4/23/11 on Jingle Poetry