Pink blooms opening A swaying waltz in the breeze As the sparrows sing
Pink blooms opening A swaying waltz in the breeze As the sparrows sing
Today I just decided to look up
The Definitive Guide Step 1. Put on “Kind of blue” by Miles Davis Step 2. Enter a euphoric state induced by an irresponsibly excessive amount of grandiose hyperbole, bongos and Irish coffee. Step 3. Rant frantically a confused discharge of sensations, emotions, and disallusions until you reach the pinnacle of rhetorical zen. Step 4. Write the …
It’s the same window Waiting, watching, in silence As we all pass by
To hang stars one by one Sieving rust into glitter To build dreams from ashes To look for patterns in brocade and well worn paths of memory cutting through forests and fields and swimming through streams of tomorrows and navigating minefields of detached yesterdays Through snow and storms Until one day I remember everything, Whispers …
To my inner critic I offer you this Rolling Rock As an offering To leave my poem alone until it’s finished Of course You may say A proper poet, Would give you scotch To that I must say Perhaps I will be a proper poet someday If you stop interrupting me
Because it is 12 am and I should be sleeping, but … I’m dissecting words Letting them drift through my memory Until they settle where I want them So I guess you never will get the last word
The robin is certain Objectives will be met From consistent worms
Part 1 The angry clouds stir for the storm Vents release And Explode I watch the thunder with awe What will be torn away? What will remain? In the wind twisting rotting limbs Empty buildings boarded up for the storm Ripped open and Left behind to be studied by anthropologist and poets I know what …
It is easy here Watermelon and cut grass And war on T.V.
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