Poem Four ~ Who?
Hey, who is that,
standing by the door?
Hey, who is that,
letting people pass?
Hey, who is that,
giving away their leftovers?
Hey, who is that,
dying on the street corner?
Complete Story
Echoes of intentions and love intermingled with beauty
A man who held his character and intelligence like rich held their wealth
He was open to all the possibilities of life that were in his comfort zone
his words were few but when spoken very powerful, every little bit
the actions were few, although the words were simply beautiful
he lived a simple life, and wanted a less than simple wife
he worked an honest job, had a kid, a musical god
so they could build an honest love, and honest life, and an honest home
he caught her heart with words, but couldn’t keep her with action
distant lovers interwoven over the brim of capacity
she wanted to remain his sanctuary, his hope and his satisfaction
but it was life that taught them both that “nothing” not worked for is ever lasting.
his love her did lessen, but the thrill ran away her smile and love’s worth.
7am
I missed the start.
Is it the beginning or
end that matters. I
Know every quote
written will tell you that what’s
inbetween counts most.
Quiet Love
Isolated from the world outside
You and I found a new universe
Where the galaxies shine brightly
In the depths of our eyes
Where all words are lost
As each breath tells a story…
11 am
Billowing questions of worth
Transcend time and matter
As we walk against the wind
Barely holding ourselves up
How can we get anywhere
When questions like this prevail?
How can we make a dent in the ground
To plant anything worth harvesting?
How can we plan for the future
When we don’t know our own names?
How can we bare children
When all is left barren?
When the storm shouts
Deafening us to any other voices
“You don’t deserve this.”
Haikus #3 and #4
Her dreams rose past the
ceiling, for her dreams were made
of some migrations.
Online dating is
a close encounter of the
third kind: mansplaining.
the ultimate expression
words are nice
songs are cool
clothes look great
maybe a uniform from school
but the ultimate expression
is what you grow out of your head
or, if you can’t grow it,
buy online instead
freedom is never ending
and it usually grows right back
unless you bought off a rack
but most hair just keeps on coming
right now mine is short
well on the bottom anyways
and has been for a while
before this it was green
now that really made me smile
other forms of expression might work better for some folks
i also express myself through poetry
and weirdly colored clothes
but most of all
i wear my hair however however i want it.
Human Emotion
Millions of shadows from human emotion
dance upon a screen
able to be viewed
All one has to do is get quiet, observe, Be
scan
wield
savor
heed
10 AM
Lovely.
That’s what you said
As you whispered thoughts that have never come up for air
Drowning in your sentences
New and alive
Words melting icicles
Dripping wet in the sun
Good morning.
That’s what I said
And the newness of the day wrapped around us
A blanket covering our nakedness
Shoes
I picked up the vintage wingtips at a thrift store
They were used of course
The leather was well kept, polished
Soft and in excellent condition
The soles had been warn smooth
And the laces were tattered and thin
As I looked closer
The bottom of the right shoe was worn more
It looked as though the wearer
Had constantly had a load to carry
I couldn’t help but wonder
About the story of these shoes
Who had been the owner?
What was his life?
I knew that he was hard working
From the wear
Responsible and grateful
From the care
And frugal
From the laces
But most interesting is what I could tell
By studying another person’s sole