A film
About nothing
Moving as a bother
A one-dimensional why
Before your prisoner’s eyes
Why have thee this lot
Why a circumstance
Why nuisance
A test
Tag Archives: Poetry
Bigger
What Holy adhesive
Bound there
And how dare it have
Yet failed elsewhere
What roses perfumed
Her walk
And hued tint reflected,
Affected his vision
Bigger it is
Their world
And their treasures, their eyes
In proper places
Mindful Mess
The mystery, made clear
To me
Alone
The mind, mesmerized
A mess
Forgone
The malady, mindful
And yet
Reckless
The medium, mistaken
A wrong
Address
Fool’s Song
It reads as a song
The answers owed
Yet never forthcoming
The questions looming
That only the ghosts entertain
The life, the life, the life
Before, now, ahead, that must be to blame
All this you’ll never know
The cheapest of tricks
And someone is singing
Steering Wheel
Gather your thoughts
Make your coffee
Feed your cat
Wash your dishes
Lasso your longing
Claim your mapdot
Remember your place
Learn your lesson
Homeward
Why we need the woman-girl
Sharing the storyline
She will save you from yourself
Lest you think too long and hard
Let her show you the world’s flora
Should your day be canvassed grey
Dare to let her lead you
In some season of your time
Teach her of the wonder-workings
To the world you navigate
Wonder then, aloud, fine sir
“Her grace, how might I hold?”
Just Eternal
It’s all just random
Pain, pleasure, whether we survive
But do not bet your life
That the just rain
On those tulips
And the inches they grew
Overnight
Isn’t just divine
Haven
Were I wearing my worldly cloak
I’d doubt
Tenderness
His eyes toward her
Her defense to accept
I’d doubt
Humility
He’d decide just then
She was worth fighting for
But it’s faith that enshrouds me
For I’ve seen their haven
I know their hope
Wherefore I lift open the predawn window
Fling out to the chorus of feathers
What doubt
Solved
With tricky, new eyes
I’ll look back on these puzzling days
Whole again
Brazen somehow
Humbled, too, I hope
By how the pieces I thought held
Instead held the scattered jigsaw of me
With equanimity
myopia
is It
Sugar
are You
Contented
will You
Remain
Happily
(quietly)
Conformed