Summer’s plans
Perhaps never in the standings
But off the table now, I know
Go gently now
All the You
Muffled sounds of would-be cheers
All the vivid color
Seasoned, learned play-by-play analysis
All the heartbreak
Tag Archives: Poetry
Un
I became erased
Not with one bold stroke
So as to make the act noteworthy
Breaking News they could not avoidHarsh, insipid words or kindlessness
Carried excuses for roaming eyes
Earth made each trip ’round the sun
As I disappeared, you sat on your handsI toil now, with Epic hopes
Weaved with the smallest stands of gold
To ultimately decide
Do you deserve me
Clinical
Though you know your words won’t change the truth
You’ll utter them, won’t you
When bitter honesty, rained down with lightning’s splendor
Ought leave you speechless
Why the hope-filled hollow, a fathom deep and wide
Which dwarfs you -why the denial
When with empty hands and learned heart, you realize
Your faith was fated after all
Cholera
All this abundance
All this abundance
All this
Despicable
Blessed
Abundance
No One Told Her No
I saw her there, waiting for ice cream
On a hot July afternoon
Two tiger lillies tucked behind her ear
Live and larger than life
I expected honey bees might encircle her
No one told her no
No you cannot wear flowers so large
Not behind that ear, at least
So orange
So alive
She’d not have heard anyway
She seemed otherwise timid and small
Waiting for butter pecan
An intended respite from the heat
No wonder that not long thereafter
The cumulus clouds
Which mimicked her blooms
Exploded
Bursting forth their relief
Her relief
Our relief
Chocolate
We are not somebody’s
Although
We are
Each
Somebody’s chance
Their risk
And if they’re well-behaved
Somebody’s sure thing
Their reward
The Laughing Dance
Screens
Shades
And curtains
Never served me for certain
So I’ve torn them all down with glee
With one sole, honest purpose
To risk
Birds
Bugs
And butterflies
Too, a stray cat
Who’ll mingle with me
Independence
Prey tell, the cause of our pain?
The fear of not living?
Or living again?
Query, the point of our want?
Desire for the more?
Disdain for the got?
A Single Piece of Silver
With a curious morose
They look at you
As if seeing a long-faded flower
They take pains to not stare
Lest you see pity in their eyes
With a melancholy kindness
They are polite
As if you are fragile
They gently do not linger
Lest their affection break your brittle bones
Cat Call
I dreamed last night a calico cat
Scampered up to me
And my big, drooling, happy dog
Of a life!
Was it you?
If so, I badly want to say your name,
But won’t,
So, cat…
Why your lame leg
Why’d you pay no mind
To the hindered, big, back foot of you
What do you wish I’d leave behind
And pay no mind to, too?
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