Poem #7: Season of the De-cluttering Diva

Season of the De-cluttering Diva Where did all this stuff come from? Start with the smallest room: the kitchen. Down came the unused shelving Out went miscellaneous mugs and dishes A little new paint made such a big difference. My walk-in closet did not live…

Emoji Movie, But Poetry

Growls fill the air Booming, a sign of doom My blood runs cold The ghost of simpler times haunts my bones Waving me off, my final goodbye Where is it coming from?   A family of trees all shapes and sizes Protect me from the…

#5 at 1pm

Love in the wood or more aptly, bark Was this natural or… did someone carve love out of this log for others to see.

4pm Woman

She entered new, innocent to the freedom of being thy self. The need to fit in there. Timid, needing control. Trying her best to place anything into her perception of someone else’s warrior pose. But who really stands the highest in mountain pose?

cummings in order

e.e. cummings’ “a clown’s smirk in the skull of a babboon” with words in alphabetical order   a above absurd him abyss— and aeronaut afternoon aim am an and any archer as baboon balloon beats became behold bird birdcage bliss brighter but by can cease…

Greetings

Greetings   A van and a coupe and even a bicycle parking on the sidestreet my eyes spinning like a groundless bicycle   I hear the first knock and open the door checking my apron as my rather large foot, stumbles against the door  …

Prompt 7 The Season of The Invisible Dragon

The Season of The Invisible Dragon ~Willjxn Season of invisibility— Dragon spirit from the east. You have put the world in hell. Hiding, waiting where you feast.   Just when we think that all is well, Oh, hydra-headed beast. You flick another with your tail….

Hour 7: Season of the Phantoms

masks masks, a sign of weakness a pretense of anti-racism a façade of social justice a cover-up a front for social justice a veneer of Black Lives Matter No, none of this is true masks masks mask our germs masks reveal our care the masquerade…

Hour 7 – autumn

I covered up the mirrors. I avoided myself the best. I tried not to look at that demon, Stuck so deeply, back of my brain. Like autumn, it had come to my life. Had promised me beauty, Had promised me repentance. The demon had faked…

Season of Apocalypse

In Greek the word means unveiling or unfolding to reveal something we had not seen before perhaps cannot even begin to recognize because we have no frame of reference for it to find a home in our thought So it’s true we will need an…