From window pots to garden plots forgo the cemetery, for if you’re wise you’ll make your choice trees, flowers, fern and berry We have recomposition and Capsula Mundi because we are more civilized We choose rebirth straight from the earth over metals that won’t soon…
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Mind Over Matter
Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To standby and go the extra mile, To do as told, as though I were a child. Would it have mattered one little bit, To have acted unscathed by all…
Found and Lost
The heavens know when you have been found. After wandering in darkness that started within Once you have exhausted yourself from the burdens of life Following the sea of tears and valleys of regret The heavens have been waiting to shine a light The heavens…
Prompt #22 Autumn
Leaves are ripe with the colors of fall. Vibrant hues of fiery red, electric orange, and calming yellow… death looks so divine in this quaint little town. Rows and rows endless rows of Maple trees, Leaves rustle on The air is crisp. It’s the arrival…
Dear Eve
Dear Eve, Mother of all creation. Do you remember the day that you wanted to know it all? You got all that you wanted. We all did. We know everything We understand nothing. jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon
prompt 27: ode to Joni Mitchell or “they paved paradise…”
“they paved paradise” I always wondered what those trees, with the metal grates around their trunks, say to each other – reaching for the sun from concrete or asphalt they must wonder where the rest of their families live – “movin’ on up” to the…
Next Stop
This is my stop You missed it If I have to get off somewhere else I don’t know where I will be I know this stop My home and livelihood are right near there What do you mean, “I can’t turn around?” What will I…
Cemented Jungles
Green yet obsolete Concrete fences stunt crops There will be no fruit
I Found You P2 (poem #21)
We have reached it The stepping stone Our future is all that awaits us And our future is all that scares us I know this is frightening I am quivering just as you Yet way deep down When I look at you I know our…
Hour 21, Spirit Animal
Would that I could become my own totem, a fantastical blend of all traits I admire in one creature, new to the earth. I would have the stoicism and steadfast strength of the bear, shuffling through my days safe in the certainty that none would…