drops of iron soak into the earth giving you your first breath roots anchor you to your mother knotted wood encase your spirit from your limbs and head, flowers bloom bringing with them companions of bees and birds you will never know your father but…
Category: Miscellaneous
Poem 11
[ ] he’s already a widowman before even having his first wedding and she is always a true bride groomed by self-preservation two beautiful perpetual minds vow under sorrow and felicity they could write books of any sorts but…
Hour Eleven: It’s the Small Things We Miss
A crack of thunder that doesn’t cause fear And dissipates into a rumble That comforting sound simply meant you wwre near And my heart’d begin to tumble If only I could hear it one more time That would bring me joy Taken too early,…
Snicker Doodling
Still stifling that nagging, worrisome snicker, yet holding back a titter more than a tad, gulping down the loudest guffaw you ever had, canning that wee chuckle, suppressing that squeeze? Chill, with synonyms, one can cachinnate with ease.
Time Travel
The good old days have vague dates but are very definite about how things were, always binary black or white he/she us/them no in-between no blending no color TV, no color photographs, no sepia snapshots. everything felt right Everything was perfect like just before the…
Pixie
Her wings float on air as she flutters here and there, happy hums, no cares
XII. And let me say this, I watch Ravens pump glossy black wings Hear them beat the air down as they fly low over the garden, over my head Or see them black at a distance, passing smoothy in front of Mt Abe…
The Future is History (Hour Nine, A Nontraditional Minute Poem)
The Future is History Technology has trained us to depend upon our devices to remember. Ev’rything we once knew has long been forgotten, parts of our past lost forever. It’s time to take our future back, to remember exactly who we…
Ode to a Golden, Hour Eleven
Ode to a Golden I cannot have a bad day when Rosemary is around. Dancin’ Rosie, Rosie the Nosy, golden Rosie make me smile until my cheeks ache, sides hurt, and happy tears stream down my face, because love grows where my Rosemary goes.* Oh,…
Guffaw
The simplest cruelty we can perform on another human being is to mock the sound they make during the moments they find joy To see a living breathing person with hopes, and dreams, and love and turn their happiest moments to ash in their…