Lavender and scarlet
Flowers blooming
At the jail
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
Lavender & Scarlet
Labels:
flowers,
jail,
micropoetry,
poetry
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
Sixteenth Year
Sixteen year old-growth
Tree tries to flower each spring:
Roots still too shallow.
Tree tries to flower each spring:
Roots still too shallow.
Labels:
haiku,
micropoetry,
poems,
poetry
Protection and Prison
A wall's a strange thing.
Can keep one in, or many out; contain or enjoin.
Blocking sound or blocking sight: one, the other, both, or neither.
Walls can hurt and walls can heal.
Walls allow growth, or may restrict it:
life tunnels under, or climbs up and over to pass them.
A wall, broad or narrow, short or tall,
can be paper thin or miles long.
They send the message clear: keep out of here!
Or enclose a space to get along.
Can keep one in, or many out; contain or enjoin.
Blocking sound or blocking sight: one, the other, both, or neither.
Walls can hurt and walls can heal.
Walls allow growth, or may restrict it:
life tunnels under, or climbs up and over to pass them.
A wall, broad or narrow, short or tall,
can be paper thin or miles long.
They send the message clear: keep out of here!
Or enclose a space to get along.
Labels:
heal Old Drafts Finally Finished,
hurt,
keep out,
life,
poems,
poetry,
prison,
protection,
walls
Thursday, March 16, 2017
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Unmist Remains
Mist a train:
Roll in the rain
Up the mountain,
Gust strained,
Water stained
Shield broken aim,
Carry me remains.
Friday, January 13, 2017
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
Wide Open Night
Oh, how my wide open heart aches
To see the color of a dusklight sky
Fading into the space of nighttime,
While ember snowbrushed mountains
Descend from jagged knifelike sharpness
Into a hazy blur of dark invisibility.
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
Drowning Sorrow
Taking strong emotions
When they emerge
And pushing them
Back underneath
Until their struggles end
And I forget they drift
Under-away
My gaze transfixed
By shimmering
On the far horizon
Labels:
dark,
distraction,
drowning,
feelings,
micropoetry,
poetry,
sorrow,
water
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
I and Crow
Crow and I,
Both dark-clad,
Both hungry,
Both startled
By the cry
Of a gull
Passing by,
Overhead.
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