Tag Archives: Poetry
Clover
How to select weeds
Telling certain ones, “it’s time to out you from this place.”
And whispering to others, “I’ll protect you from their scrutinizing eyes.”
For weeds, we know, live ‘long side the wanted, the beauty.
Yet also, left untended, may aspire to choke.
How
How to select weeds
“What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Butter Cream
I remember cake not stained by the hurry-hurry dye of “let’s get this done, before too many take note of another year added….”
I’ll choose the sweetness of grateful desire to linger over the celebration of seasons represented there at the table, the love not subtracted.
dangling
You represent a grasping to me. A place, not a soul, I turn to when my own souls feels too mortal. I come to you uncertain. Hoping, just this once, you will make me whole. I leave with scraps of self-respect. A lesser-ness of me hanging, dangling from my bones. You know this. You love me, yet you do not turn away.
Coffee
Chalk
You’re already leaving
Throwing around avoidable words
Solemnly slung
So as to convince the pair of us
You’re already packed
Holding back an arsenal of loving
Earnestly proclaimed
But why ever for, as we each see
You’re already gone
Arrested Decay
This pre-war, post-war frame
Quaint summer garden
Exposed brick and beam
Uneven maple plank throughout
All hard as nails, I promise
Will never cry so hard as I
On this kitchen floor
This…a rabbit hole, 
Centered
