Tag Archives: Poetry
“Why’s she so aftaid?” asked RedThe Nile
What
I’m thinking
You already know
This
I already know
What
You’re thinking
What
You’re wishing away
I already denied
This
You already denied
What
I wish away
Given all we think
And
What we know
Despite all we wish
And
What we deny
I cost too much
Stripes
We share Little in common
The Monk and Me
Soft, furtive early risers
Though grounded, I, facing West,
Facing East, He
And dining together, I linger
Dashes, He
Little Green Space we share, we
Outgunned
Is the night all that big
Or does it simply seem as such?
Is it the days, desperate
Cloudbanks looming in the East
That force away any silver-lining hopes?
Is there quiet solace anyplace?
At All
How long’s it been, baby
Since a wind came to your window
A breeze of the bilowy sort
And though it arrived loud
Quieted you?
How many days, mama
The fog, it clogged your lungs
A freedive into the depths
And through its grey unknown
Empowered you?
Most
Prairie Red: A Haiku
The walls won’t demur
And the gardens must concede
I caused truth with them
Art Credit: Tiger R.; Age 8
Pled
No pen or parchment paper
Each step, a begging
Each breath, a silent scream
An unwelcoming I want
Reversed
A grace I need
Extended
On the Eve
serpent at My ankles, always
And nighttime evermore
“She should have known better,” they’ll say about Me
She, Me and the similar others
significant others who also ought
Now nonetheless wise to the slither
Wedded
Unending morning, I Am
Forever working out the pain
Unweaving the lies from the hours of you
The promise, I Am
As yet undelivered to the ether
Present and unstoppable now, you hearts
Wedded, I Am
To the heavens, to the Everywhere
Moving, pondering all of you ages, We
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