BUNNY [Hour 4]

I watch Bunny, the iRobot, scoot along the low carpet, back and forth, spinning in place   when she detects a particularly gnarly spot – dirt alert! – her white whisker   sensors spinning, touching, leading the way like a rabbit’s or cat’s. I can’t…

Galvanization (Hour 5)

‘Subjugation of your body and soul, Welcomed with gracious heart, at the hands of my carnal desire, Your will dully accepted in delight, With gratitude’s regard, and absence of mind, New limbs I shall impart, via force of nature, and calculated dementia, You shall be…

Dreams of Future Past (2022 Poem 4)

Dreams Of Future Past Tech Wizards fly jets to guarded resorts Near Palo Alto, the people sing at campfires on the beach Mingling with new met friends, sharing food and wine Tonight who dreams of freedom Oil Giants sail super yachts, leaving the ocean garbage…

Prompt 4 (image)

Out of Tune Play it again Just one more time We’re all a bit past it But that’s just fine Close your eyes Travel back down the line If you listen for our music You’ll hear it just fine  

Hour 4 : Century

Time flows freely Like just a grain of sand in the hour glass Emotions, thoughts and ramblings Giving it a logical direction Procastinating until now Hundred years is too long For thoughts to get assembled But a fleeting thought latches Taking you on a different…

Musing back

Morris is a young man, looks older genetics rendering high, sparse hairline politics, poverty of shtetl life added years emigration degradation, new country old life, old ways transitioning to…? “Ikh vunder, vos vet vern fun aundzer zin? zeyere zin?” he muses aloud Fannie, his wife,…

Mellon

watermelon  red, black seeds in side Juicy and sweeter Just delicious Green dark rim Sweeter than a apple Love the taste of cotton candy Long fruitfully tasty bud To fill on up with all of its juice like grape wine The coming of the Lord…

Tanka – Hour 4

My body, my choice, I guess not –You chose for me, A gun has more rights! What if…if? Oh, nevermind, Best if I not speak it to.    

Enquiry

How many ages he was tired Without voice what he had to say He has been waiting a few years On my words to express his views He may be a frustrated lover He may be wanderer I am unable to capture If he may…