Tag Archives: Poetry
A pompous, polished banderaThe Same Measure
Look with me
Far enough up
Forgive the atmosphere, layered
Its pain, its shame
See with me
Filterless skies
Redeem them, though unasked
Their Gossamer egos, thin skin
Bailer
Never, during his entire mad, unmanaged spree
Could he see, though he claimed to look
Could he understand, though he claimed to know
Could he love, though he claimed a heart
I, then, left cut, scattered, chasing, winded
Summit
Like a trudge up a hill in the mud
In my Sunday best and all
Clearly, I’m doing it wrong
All wrong
Eyes shut, I’m to don a red cap
In the end, all will be great again
Clearly, as mud it is
The Art of Making
The Scene: You are an actor and I, an epic script
With minds to set the screen afire
With hope upon our lips
The Method: Be emboldened and feel the risk with me
We’ll project timeless, endless strength
We’ll cast doubt to the sea
Last Ditch
Have you felt invisible
Made from supernatural
Then unmade by someone’s lack?
So have some of us
We become as sunflowers, though
We watch for a flicker
We turn in accordance
We thrive in The Light
blaze
I am to go deep with you
Some say I have
Some ask what for
I know there’s no secret You
No obscure path
No hide and seek
I, Earthbound, in need of you
You, Smith…I, rod
You, Shield…I, scout
Impart
Give me, gift me your assignment now that you are gone, for I was to each day greet your wrinkles, your papers: My touch, the unsugar-coated ink atop your laugh lines, your copy lines…my voice, an unedited reporting of your happiness, your joy.
Reserved: A Haiku
The wolf surveyed me
And I held my very breath
Until he saw fit
High Point
I swear the squirrel
Said make no sound
And followed her own advice
Having the choice
Of shade or sun
Opted for lowly and nice
Still she travelled
Efficiently
And got where she hoped to be
I own peanuts
I’ll share with her
Since she shares wisdom with me
