Constellations of thoughts shining
One thought falling, drifting down
Crossing in darkness to dawn light
Flight of infinity kissing humanity
An aura of life whispering a truth

Mime and a reason:
Actions speak louder than words!
What are you doing?

©Kathy Paysen 2009

In folly I stand and I jest
A motley foolish quest
My scepter of laughter
Amused with disasters
I pull out from my face

I jest

In three dimensions, I spoof
White faced and quite aloof

Humility is a blossoming heart
A rose gently unfolding grace
An action and reaction stirring
A soul print of God’s embrace

The indelible desire to inspire
To permeate the walls of man

Fireside lit walls dreaming
Blankets of white faraway
Fairytales woven in winter
Walking streams of moon
Dancing shadows of dusk
Passing along snow banks
Stepping over ice castles

Submerged into an African river
An elephant’s magnitude rested
In silent pools of sepia pigment
Drawing so close to innocence
To the loving embrace of a child
Clothed in her baptismal gown

Winds of change have earth off course
Our solar system pleads for a divorce
World pull out, like a global umbrella
Shifting times, hear the storm bellow
Inside out and torn between parents

A modern poet
Like modern art
A bucket of words
Thoughts
Thrown randomly
Against a blank mind:

OF DEPTH NIGHT THIS
IN TRUTH VISION THIS
THE REAL REVELATION A
PONDER THE SIGHT OF

Mountains tumble into sea
Clouds melt in earth’s time
Thoughts rise into dawning
Tide pools of a humankind

Bethlehem’s stars drifting
Sifting wisdom into kings
Journey into light leading

Winter wings against stillness
Blue skies debut crystal lace
A marathon of winter artists
Hieroglyphics on earth’s face

Messages spun into powder
The breath of clouds aglow

With lacquered twinkle of eyes
I dawn my passionate red robe
Barefoot in overgrown feelings
Hair down to erase what I face
Striking a pose for the camera
Full length anguish in my jest

A mist of morn poured golden fog
Over a sanctuary of autumn reds
A congregation of earth’s faithful
Gathering like children into a bed

The woods for fall to slumber upon

God has a great sense of humor. He gave us a reason to laugh, our humanity.

The face of fear is reflective; it can look back at you.

In a corner, in a hall
In a faintly lit museum
Hangs our yesterdays
For all the world to see them

Portraits of America
Red, white, and blue
Amber waves of gold
A worn pair of shoes

Nature’s bridge tangled free
Crossing into day’s majesty
A world’s vision in between
Need and what hearts glean
A school of fish into the sea
A flock of birds in rhapsody