From the dusty nearby corner
An isosceles scrap-wood of a thing
Unintentional it seems
Crammed in its acute condition
‘neath the uneven crack
The lumbering, commercial door
Drafty on cold days
Chipped-paint, metallic creak reminding
Facilitating
Nothing more than standard deliveries
9-5, Monday through Friday
Plus angry employees
No special deliveries here
Only sweat and swear-word tears
I am
Tag Archives: Poetry
Of the field: A haiku
“I Love You,” conceived
In the approaching twilight
Of the longest day
pathic: A Haiku
Your mind’s back corner
I know I’ll find myself there
Or else I’ll not seek
Right-angle
So shallow sun
You’re on your way, I see
I, unwittingly lingering at the South end of the street,
Noticed you
And remembered, too
The promise of That December day
Also on its way
Whence I became oh-so-able to endure your tallest morning shadows
The Truth Is
Yesterday felt like that strange, suburban taupe that fleeing people paint their houses.
As if to differentiate they made it out from the color, as if that is the goal.
The brass-ring door knocker the badge displayed, front and luke-warm center.
So as to say only some are welcome to come a-knocking.
Dare to spend the sweat to tear down the white-washed fences, to bring in the yellow.
To draw the eye from the curb to the threshold, to inside where the warmth is golden-brown.
When should we gather, finally gather, at a light-lit table and see the truth is black and white?
Today feels like that.
Nervous Tics
I’d never ask you to be invisible with me.
The impossibility of it.
Though, I sometimes summon you silently, then think better of speaking aloud.
But we both hear me, don’t we?
We both know it ends there.
For your magic is more.
Different than my magic is.
You make the good appear.
I make the bad go away.
We Keep Hope
Winter and alone
Unbearable uncertainty
God what will you do
When wind forces its way to the door
Carrying icy-cold information
Crystalizing shut
The truth after all
There’s no school today
Hooray
Last Perfect Place: A Haiku
Oh my pineapple!
Why have you, where have you, gone?
Hawaii, I hope.
Merged
I believed, I believe, in you. I touched the edges of the shadow of you that I found myself in.
I knew, I know, you’re on purpose. I was promised a plan and your arms just so happened to reach ‘neath my path.
I wanted, I want, to walk onward. I treasure the somehow-spilled-from-you pieces as I journey.
Migration
Vanilla
Bittersweet and November on the way
Trauma
A taste of it still on the tongue
Stand
Screaming in silence ’til Spring
