Moss — so tall above the frost Grows — spring congratulations Fat — slow, sprung, event — Lent On — melting snow, be drunk A — first, sign of life begun Rolling — waves of verdant light Stone — cast your eternal spirit. ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo)….
Scabulous
My life is stitched together with scars some are hidden within a knee some are visible some you can barely see autographs collected, like stars loved and lost a broken heart mended restarts fool me twice shame on me a shattered heart beats poetic darts reclaim my love the baggage grows love again the story…
No Regrets
no regrets, cast away recall cast away away cast away all painted memories in aerosol drip my spell upon a wall Vive la France and Charles De Gaulle Pour the streets with alcohol Being bad – meh – that’s my downfall Screw the good, life’s protocol Smoke a cigarette, how banal Rather, maybe, sex in…
My Life is a Valley
a valley is my life a natural paradise I was born of a valley a winding lake monster filled with blossom and pollen fragrance captured, hilled in hands I am wet with wandering rivers deepen my back enter me and I deliver passage running between the mountains I am a yoga pose interrupting the plain…
little voices
My life wasn’t a path but rather zig zags way finding bridges and holes chasms and cliffs taking only the road that was with courage to step off an asphalt toll highway and move into the shadows across the piled up stones. don’t be silly Nose buried in fantasy I dreamed of a different time…
Returned
My writing called bring a return metamorphosis answered beating its wings drying the flow a seasonal cycle fall into spring in a jar once of Play-Doh six months an insectarium transformed a living statue a bathroom constant awaiting a vernal spark life parsley wilted dried…
The Robber
I need you, I like you, need you a lot Let me take you, a bite, a sip, a life, Borrow your blood, what have you got? I need you, I like you, need you a lot. Come on, just a kiss, just a thought … You can’t even feel the slip of my knife….
My Phantom Limb
A phantom limb I feel your pain gone and dead. I walk with a limp now four years a broken limb ripped from my trunk weathered wormed worn gone and dead. A limb warm still beating and bursting golden into a sky ready to burst with tears still rustling through my fingers. A limb that…
… a Moment
I ski upon the memory of a path upon the snow fallen from the twinkling of stars long ago. I move along the path made glacial and hard by the many boots of men following me. I ascend a terrain which undulates noticeably up when early in my trek it was all downhill. I collect…
Sunset
With the waning, the closing of the day I fight to hold onto the dying light Watching sun burn quiet into a star Strength fading from hot white to cold black night Lost in transformation, my faith is found In tranquil treasures of a changing sky Gradients radiance burst hopes aglow Rusted, reborn, recast, regenerates…