peach blossoms fallen
making way for new green buds
i don’t mind waiting
——
Tag: artist
Poem 20160313
the reflection is you, liquified, but
a mirror doesn’t respect personal space
the image is behind your eyes, after all
it is as close to you as your own skin
a mirror doesn’t respect personal space
an invader always light-seconds behind
it is as close to you as your own skin
never farther than your heated blood
an invader always light-seconds behind
the reflection is you, liquified
never farther than your heated blood
the image is behind your eyes, after all
——
Poem 20160312
i drank deeply
of the waters of
the river lethe
there was no
aftertaste
Poem 20160311
somewhere
someone wears a single glove
having left its mate
wet and alone
on the sidewalk
hopefully
that bare hand is entwined
in another
for warmth
Poem 20160310
the firm ground gives way
soft after just a small rain
drought-class muddy prints
——
RonovanWrites
Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #87
Class&Firm
Poem 20160309
she dances
on the sharpened edges
of razors
although
she doesn’t mean
to slice open
her feet
it’s just
there is the only place
she can find
to dance
and there is the only place
the music is loud enough
to hear
Poem 20160308
that spark in your eye
how you set my heart a-quake
if only you knew its worth
like some cliche plot
i want to spy on your sleep
and hear you whisper my name
——
the secret keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #27
(5) Words: | WORTH | SPARK | PLOT | QUAKE | SPY |
Poem 20160307
Poem 20160306
every loss
is a taking away
negative
subtractive
a chunk of you or me
lost to time
or circumstance
or maybe malice
and you feel it, a vacuum
i suppose
in that emptiness
in your stomach
in the surprise asphyxia
of certain moments
in the way your eyes try
to see a missing item
–can you spy the difference
in these two images–
but if a loss is only
a cutting out
a phantom limb aching
below someone else’s knee
why does it weigh
so damned much
Poem 20160305
today
the world is smooth
the features
ground away
polished until it gleams
and i have no idea
why
Words and Feathers 