Blues on You

Shuttering winds cast 'round the streets
as I pull you with my charm.
I heard she claimed her blues on you.

We often pass in reflection,
How careful we step,
Afraid of breaking the egg before it's allowed to hatch.

Your number still remains on my counter waiting for a time.
A connection is all that's needed, but I love to pull my charm on you.
The roses are in bloom, yet dead flowers remain in this empty room.

© 1988 Sonja Phinney

I'm Still Driving Your Heart Away

I remember
The mask you wore for me.
Night and day.
The alcohol driving your heart away.
Our struggles thrown and begged.

The love behind the mask
Bound inside,
Unwilling to show.
I see you now, ‘bout once a year
And cry the love behind the mask.

© Sonja J. Phinney Sep 1989

Busin' It

Hung together
A voyage stressed
Ganging on
Ground a drum
Ring the station.
Gripping a sandwich
Bag closing, shadow growing.

©-Sonja J. Phinney (1982)

Waking Up

Hanging seaweed from trees
Goats greet the day atop the shed
Holes in the ground
Baby slung and humming along with the bees.

© 03 Feb 1992 -Sonja J Johnston

Superior Motion

I’ve been looking for something
That’s hidden
Between the dew
And the leaf.
A combined reflection
Of baby’s two feet.

5 AM dance
The stick I call
Rattle in entrance
And run strong
Strong and solitary
Solitary in the sun.
Time to grow new wings.

A combined reflection
Solo run
5 AM
Hidden between
Baby’s two feet
Branch chewed
Rattle in entrance
Follow heartbeats.
Time to grow
Two feet fall
Growing wings
Between the dew
And the leaf
Making a superior run.

Would you call that child
From that 5 AM dance.
Stunned inside.
Chew the marrow
And rattle
Those new wings
Kick back the can
And find the flyway.

© Sonja J. Phinney 1989

HAVE FATE

I have wings of destined hue
And I have fate to see me through.
The syncopation comes in waves.
See my eyes, sunny blue.

We shoulder to shoulder the future.
Let free the choices,
Invade the moonlight,
Pool the mazes,
Moment surfaces.

The body narrows,
the mind has eyes,
so wake up and step inside.
Become the marrow
Arch swoop and sparrow.

Sing through,
Dance through,
Hold through.

We shoulder to shoulder
Moment voices
Free the choices
Have Fate
Have Fate.

We shoulder to shoulder the future.
Let free the choices.
Invade the moonlight.
Pool the mazes.
Moment surfaces.

See my eyes, sunny blue.
I have wings
And I have fate.

Sunshine in blue.


© -Sonja J. Phinney 1988 for Koyo Marrow

Red Room with White Angels

I open the windows
and stand alone;
growing cold in the wind.

Just a part of the story,
I'm looking out down the path.

Now like the mist above the stream,
I hover.

When the days grow,
Never again will it be the same.
Never be the same.
From the red room
with white angels.

© 1984 Sonja J. Phinney