asking for help

no good
asking for help
always try
to do it all myself
but here is a mountain
in front of me
i am tired
need company
up the road that looks so steep
must keep climbing
in my sleep
in my dreams
and up against
the dragons
bad witch of the west
let me pass
so i may find
the best of me
before too long
hold my reserve
my dignity
in grace and silence
i will free
the spirit
of a kinder heart
and ask for help
right from the start

the curvature of words

this love
the curvature of words
and spines
backs and books
and page after page of
physical verbs
that slide and stretch

and speak
a language of their own

this love
the curvature of words
and trees
with branches lifted
arched bent grasping
towards the sun

this love
the curvature of words
that winding road
over dappled hills
and sunset valley's
darker wood

we swing we sway
we float
towards the next page
of lines
and characters
this love
the curvature of words