The Carving

by Patricia Fritsche

Bark of armoire invitation
naked start
of show and tell,

how Bobby
will know
on this day of tree graffiti,

walky-talky
patterned instincts
shadowboxing
those other places happening.

Beginnings
of storybook fables
modern day rap
on meeting of soulmate,

as this giant stands and
feels the plunge
of carving tool
on such emotion gaining
strength, or not.

Penetrating into
life itself,
will it still be there?

Oak confidante
soldier in the park's place,

the point, its expression, its
rebirth on the tandem cycles
of attachment again.

Wanting so bad to share
in its discovery,
somehow this breath
of life with covenant
of shade and promise
gets used constantly.

For desire's celebration
and tribute,
which way the end
gets told,

by campfire's honor
gun powder words
on such passion for its continuance.

Copyright © Patricia Fritsche 2003

Guesswork?

by Patricia Fritsche

Before its shallow arrival
the staircase of depression stands alone
with its sympathetic arm holds,

on the bluff to its arrival
of a destiny thrown in, of another lap
to surfacing generations,

being inherent
and aware, somehow,
of its valuable strokes.

Displaying
a muscle of fortitude
and before its arrival taking steps

holding firm to
a maturing grace, somehow,
being set again.

On the surf
of the unexpected wave
the amphibians draw from
the nourishment

from the presence of its space
the workings of mud and mortar
become clearer, again.

As construction
puts on the belt of vision
kneeling on the sky's hem,

which way the
tide will bring in the bounty
of its creativity, once again.

Copyright © Patricia Fritsche 2003

Light Reflection

by Patricia Fritsche

As if to dance upon their amber stage,
in this time to catch each story,
the limbs
sway with their garb

investing the opulence
of the unstained second,
and the gravity of the play.

Of the Summer solstice, then Fall,
the laughter heard and cherished,
stored somewhere for peaceful overture

for the regal commencement
flavored by the play of light
in turning and growing.

The experience speaks to itself,
and remains a silent partner
when relishing this miracle
for another walk or stroll.

On this day
when reflection writes its own acclaim,
the ingredient for each particular sojourn
addressed to nature a season of glow.

I smile within inebriated with color.

Copyright © Patricia Fritsche 2003