Bending Colors in Wind

Painting with the Blend

Fire is for dancing—
And facing
And hope. 

Fire’s where you end up
When you’re all out
—of rope. 

Standing in fire—
It’s loved and despised. 
Always spotted first 
Behind one’s eyes. 

It rips out of bones—
Wailing it groans,
Resistance led by drums,
Voice protecting throat. 

Fire, a beast—
Gnarly and wry,
Though, at times she lays down,
Casts her shield wide. 

Her net’s been mistaken,
Deemed blasphemous hate—
For burning out the old,
Trying to lend natural rake. 

She spreads far too fast!
Fury seen, even from past—
Lights all ways up
And she always lasts.

Put out and summoned—
Forced to kill a few. 
Witches and wives met her,
Monks face her; tall in view. 

Yall take all her slack—
You know better than that. 
With just one crack
She’s born ready; talking smack!

Even if you try to take her back..

She’s governing cycles—
Killing of idols,
Please, stop trying to make her idle!

She builds and takes hold—
Shimmering brown shows gold,
Swarms and breathes out honey,
Makes bears

Roar

And 

Sleep through the cold..

———

Her children protest,
Dance around fires in forests,
Coming, time will fold. 

———

Water splashes while prancing—
And slashes
Through rope. 

Water holds up strong
Keeps the world 
—afloat. 

Resists and cements—
Friction, bonds, and life. 
Water’s spirit builds monuments,
Deep temples, trenches and ice.  

Water runs smooth,
Through me, through you.
Knows no limits
And heals all wounds. 

Mother lives within us—
Smiles, steady pushing through,
She smooths down rocks,
Makes pathways to..

Joy leaping from sprinklers,
Sirens sailing home believers,
Makes flipping much easier..
And colors eggs with us at Easter. 

She cleans with cold—
Keeps warm with snow,
Preserves the old,
And whispers things unknown.

Mirror of fate—
Witnessed all the hate,
Soaked up blood in lakes,
Mists rainbows; paths paved.. to gold. 

Y’all hug in her bath—
Forget her tides make maps,
She’s a cold steady wrath,
No point in fighting back.

Even if you try.. she’ll wait—

She drowns cities in her wake,
One levee—huge toll,
When wielded by kings, unaccountable. 

Proves slow and steady—
Can win the race; Well calculated rage,
Make no mistake,
When you get held

By the mother

Who

Knows. 

———

She soaks up sin; makes, 
joins, sends repairs floating in—
thieves, shiny like snow. 

———

Earth is stability
And pacing
And growth. 

Earth is the tether,
Ties to seeds
— that we’ve sewn. 

Beating and pulsing—
Off the tip of the tongue,
Nesting our mem’ries,
Tells the tales of taught times. 

It grabs and takes hold—
Builds up hills as thrones.
She beats out dark truth,
Lies untold by hard tongue. 

Earth stands her ground—
Dares foe, bangs down!
But for friends she brews tea,
Tells which mushrooms to eat. 

She listens in echoes—
Waves bouncing off feet,
Pain rumbles down,
And breaks out on beat. 

Calm shows on surface,
Quiet birds; a disguise,
She shifts underneath
Faults—fragile as fault lines. 

Earth demands credit—
Takes it where it’s due. 
She birthed us all,
And can take us out, too. 

If you shift her balance—
I fear for you. 
Karma is her friend,
And money just won’t do. 

Even if you run—she’ll catch up every time!

She mapped out the foot paths,
She’ll lead you to bent line,
Push you over edge and see if you can fly. 

She don’t have anything to say—
Knows she showed us the way,
And either way, we pay,
No need to save 

Her day.. 

At all. 

———

Humans so small in
mind and fall— come spring again,
Earth’ll show her hand. 

———

Most unseen of all—
Wind jumps,
Trusts and falls. 

Wraps all around you
Revitalizing
—hope. 

Wind’s just the thing—
For kites out at spring,
Or bubbly blowing
Whistles off in the breeze. 

Wind comes right through—
Shakes up some fruit,
Knocks ‘em right onto you,
Makes you scream.. Eureka!

It’s energy buzzing—
Turbines turning,
Progress and tunnels
Blown right through. 

A gentle caress,
Pushing off balance
Goes unnoticed—
Until scores count!

Then not accounting for wind—
That can be quite the sin,
It’s significant transaction
Outside of vacuum. 
 
She shows up when you need her—
Drying tears, you won’t see her. 
But some nights she holds up your pillow,
Extra soft, forcing dreams of home. 

When she catches freshly revealed skin,
Intrusive invitation back in
To times we can recall when
We felt more wild. 

Even if you try, you can’t catch her. 

Not for long at least—
She’s fickle with things
Doesn’t like bounds or shy from trees. 

If you ever need zest—
Or to tap out and get rest,
She always seems to have the best
Table flipping,

All natural..

Melodies. 

———
Trickster of time—she
never met a line, tangible 
enough to matter. 
———

Fire is in motion—
Waves, dragons, commotion
She’s in the friction between
Mom’s hand and lotion. 

She leaks from tears—
Kills monsters born of fears,
Enchantress summoned by beer,
Holds bonds; strange warmth despite years. 

Water remembers—
carries pitches of old,
Reflects back pictures
Some wished she’d left out in cold. 

She hosts parties; wields time—
Speeds up slides, gets in eyes,
Rips some away,
If you ask, she answers why. 

Earth’s often kind—
Struts strong in brown eyes,
Softens for first-times,
Keeps them safe, opens up wide. 

She bows down to time—
Honors struggle; grants rights. 
She’ll remind who you are,
Set back on your course. 

Wind crashes into chimes—
Makes beauty from her rhymes,
Lifts dancers to the sky,
Pushes down old things with blank eye. 

She’s fast and loose—
Certainly running from you,
But turn, just as soon as you do,
She’ll throw a tornado just for views. 

Fire doesn’t ask permission—
Can’t hold back once given,
eats up what was once lived in,
Sometimes feels like shelter; just less cold. 

She eats up boredom with paint—
Winter’s ice demolished with ‘fresh-baked’,
She lights him up for her husband,
candles hug him like fate. 

Water waits for no man—
She’s hard; plays pretend,
Distracts you playing in the sand,
To kill your friend with sleight of hand. 
 
She builds up—keeps pressure,
Take haste; seems slow,
But don’t test her! 
She really lays in wait, just heating on low. 

Earth’s screaming in pain—
She wrestles our vain,
While they stomp and profane
Not sensing, the cracking.. beneath. 

She’s willing to die—
Knows she’ll outlive her plight,
Our bodies use it all the time,
Raise heat; sickness don’t survive. 

Winds loud when she’s ready—
Blows ships with steady
Echoes of desire,
Helps push with damned, antsy souls. 

She batters the bees,
Helps spread adapted seed,
All while seemingly,
—free. 

Fire lives here too—
She sparks from fingertips,
Your eyes grab hold, feed her food,
She grows fat on heart; bursts out whole!

She shapes meekness into Phoenix—
Bears all things and means it,
Overrides coding; beats demons,
Connects ANY two dreaming.. souls. 

Water knows number in power—
With PSI, could level towers,
When she feels kind,
Cleans your driveway for hours. 

She joins women and tides—
Hides monsters in the night,
Eats foundations,
Bursts pipes.. when you’re not home. 

Earth’s more cunning than beast—
Where do we think we learned such things?
She etched warnings in our bones
While we drew stick figures on our home. 

She pops up flowers at spring—
Traps heat—recycles used things,
Writes flashes of time,
Right into stone.  

Winds hopping and skipping—
Laughs at your tripping,
Goes around tipping
Scales and luck. 

She may seem mean inside
But thinks you should try
Remembering who helped you
—lie and breathe. 

———
You’d better honor
fate when she slaps you in the
face and keeps paths straight. 
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