Senryu
Coffee! Those brewed beans
don’t change things; they charge us, and
we make change happen.
DreamCreatures
We are the stars
We are the shadows and dust
We fall asleep
We wake up
Dreaming strange lands
Is
All we have
Beware Rose Colors
Barriers are just
glass panes we use to view life
through glass pain lenses
we create senses
to make sense of self framed by
the life we may lose
so choose wisely, friend
or your end may only have
shatters of stained glass
Stay In The Moment
Wandering eyes with meandering mind
Eat away at symbols
Clutched within the web of thought
Struggling, attempting to decipher
Yet every thought brings on more
Questions than answers.
I bring myself back
Pulling myself down
Out of the clouds
And try and stay in the moment
I see my reflection
The tell-tale signs of age
And wisdom, scurrying about the lines
Drawn out by Father Time
I smell the scent of freshly cut grass
Billowing through the open window
I taste the last drops of coffee
Spilling down my chin-
Caffeinated liquid gold
I touch the hem of a shawl
Wrapping around my fingers
In a lover’s embrace
Protection from the cold, harsh world
I listen to the silence
The sound of alone
The melody of my heartbeat
I sink again into thought
As it yet still beats for you.
The daydreams clamber
Up the mountains of sense
And finds that it makes none,
But does it matter?
I lose myself again in altitudes
Only to force myself to ground
Plummeting like my heart
Spiraling in a cacophony
Of windswept imagination
And damnable overthinking.
Matching sequence to truth
Archeological digs brushing
Away thought as I brush aside
Yet another far-fetched dream-
Trying to make sense of
Ambiguity
My restlessness enjoying the ride
In disorienting travels from heaven
To earth
And oft I wonder if I am
Here or there,
But in truth, I realize despite all
That I am both and everywhere.
Unseen
The weekend.
Getting the last bite of the favorite dessert.
Sleeping in. Staying up.
Feeling good.
Finding love.
Letting go.
Relief. Meaning. Calm.
Friends, family, hobbies.
Day by day.
Mundane every day.
Change, sameness.
Unique and Copy.
The overlooked.
Stupid
Stupid is not a nice word.
It shouldn’t be used.
But I’ve got to know.
How could you have been so stupid?
We all make choices that don’t reflect very well on our best person.
But this takes the cake.
Stupid isn’t a very nice word-
But it is apropos in this situation.
Swerve
Snow above the tires
and engine struggling
swerving to avoid
the moose
and whiteout
At the same time
at the end of the road
blood flowing
and the will struggling
swerving to avoid
the blackout
At the same time
at the fork in the road
No one saw this
but they all remember
me.
Philip V. Coombs 10-11pm
Sip
Sip.
Exchange casual glances.
Everyone here is a writer,
all with laptops taking chances.
Not quite like a library,
all well-read, but with dreams.
Small victories are hard to come by,
spelling my name right is a good start.
I wish I was smart,
everyone here is a writer.
Sip.
I should probably get started.
Exchange casual glances,
writer’s block setting in,
I have to get started.
It’s a struggle,
this writer’s life.
Coffee helps.
“Here is your coffee and change, sir”
Sip.
Pantoum-You and I Together
You and I Together
You and I together
working as a team.
Over rugged mountains,
across raging streams.
Working as a team
through dark valleys of despair.
Across raging streams,
life’s bridges we repair.
Through dark valleys of despair
our love light shines the way.
Life’s bridges we repair, so,
permanently they can stay.
Our love light shines the way, for
hopes and dreams, joys and triumphs.
So, permanently they cans stay, for
you and I together.
the 2nd hour
Scratching in the dirt
Fat strutting chickens
contentedly clucking song to self
room to roam, companionship of the clutch
sweet seeds, like mana from heaven, faithfully provided.
A simple peace. I breathe it in… deeply.