Now
That I’ve taken care of others’ cares
All that’s left is me
The leftover me
Who looks less delicious
Than yesterday
Who, though feeling frozen
Is already prepared
And is worthy
Of my own gratitude nonetheless
Tag Archives: Poetry
Side Impact
It would be as if some wild mass
One that’d further made me joyous
Crashed into me
Then died
Once God’s plan’d
Crashed into it
And I, now differently affected
Was forced to continue
Unmoved
As if
Flight Risk: A Haiku
Last eve’ I almost
Felt the musings of my heart
Venture from my lips!
Blink
Looking up from the down
My eyes
Having been temporarily imprisoned
I matter-of-factly acknowledged The Light
It had been there all the while
And I knew It
(Sunrise Over Lake Michigan, Milwaukee)
Stringed
A song exists
Not yet written
Waiting to be performed
Blank sheet music pages
Stacked neatly near my soul
Rustling now
My hand swift to assure
Notes forming from the void
Lyrics beginning to choose a voice
Sweet-sad violin
A torrent of dissonance
At last, it’s final note
Wafting far and heaven-ward
What chord progression with this?
Truth gives way
From the most distant place
Near-silent to crescendo
Cello
Love Dust
With what gloves do you handle
Your mother
The one who wonders at you
What pieces of your heart do you hold
For her alone
Will you rise to all she knows you are
And meet her at her pace
Catch her if you can!
With what boots do your walk upon
Your mother
The one who provides for you
What segment of your sinew do you share
For her creatures
Will you champion her air and terroir
And give your dying breath
Back from whence you came!
Midnight Gunfight
Is this sinking or rising
Or the most poisonous kiss
Is it headache or lovestruck
Or dream paralysis
Is it boot spurs or silver lining
Or ricochet talk
Is this school days or nowadays
Or someone else’s walk
Trudge
Plowing through the wonder of if
The if only, the what if
The excitement and heartache of if
The I won’t give up on the if
The I do love you, not the if
Bulldozing down doubt around if
Aim
When she opined
I laughed
Thinking she’d learn she was wrong
In due time
She’d find her heart’s desire
Actualized after all
Now her recant
I hear it
Arriving soon from some distance
But this time
I’ll find her prophesied words
Unmistakably meant for me
Steady Go
We’re supposed to be calm through all this
Act unaffected
Not try to reverse-spin the Earth on its axis
In an attempt to double-see the bizarre we saw
To test it against the age-old version of gravity
And ask the person standing next to us
Did we see what we just saw?
Memorialize. What. We. Just. Saw.
For posterity
Meanwhile, let the shadows call us crazy
Don’t ask them about truth
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