Alter, Me
Tag Archives: Poetry
Kitchen Floor Musings
I plan to lament, to pity-party, to languish-unapologetic-like, the daylong, in regret and angst.
When dawn of some new era calls, I’ll hear it’s hearken, I’ll know it’s finally time I arise from the rain and fog.
‘Til that day, you’re cursed, Mountain, you’re soul-sold, Hollow, you’re a kind woman’s Relic and Shame.
Ode to Breath
Your Mom
Goddess Dawn
Fragrant
I have been to lavender fields on what you might call
“A great day.”
Oh that the flowers would have told me,
“Love buds not with him — come fast away!”
He’ll not pray that you sit
He’ll not fight the good fight
He’ll not be by your side ‘til the end
You’re the bride and the groom
You’re your own epic bloom
You’re your bravest and loving best friend
Eco: A Haiku
Sometimes you’re certain
Signs say it’s safe to surface
Should they lie, survive
In Stead
Take what you gave
What they so freely took
Back
Un-name it
Re-name it
Yours again now
To own
To celebrate
To sing and dance about
To hold
Now This instead of That
To release
As You Wish
And never for takers to taste
Wherever is my friend