i know what you are thinking
when you read this title
and you are not wrong
this is just a steaming pile
of regurgitated
–or is that postgurgitated==
matter that doesn’t
still
better to be the fertilizer
the compost
the colony of beneficial bacterial cafeterial
smorgasbord for what comes after
though that will most assuredly not
be assigned
a higher number
Tag: poetry
number 1
start with a leaf
you think
you suppose
this is a simple thing
transparent when you hold it
against the sun
or covered in dew in the morning
or long dead and faded and frost layered
simple symbol of spring
make me wait
to see if they survived another winter
wonder if they will choose to thrive
this year
as if they have a choice
untitled (20220607)
better a heart made of glass reducible to sand than this regenerative muscle that forms and is torn apart and forms again waiting for the next hand in the chest trickster whispering the decision is the right one what is right is never easy and wanting more than anything than to feel nothing questioning every decision that led to here beginning with the first tears there is no balm in gilead there is no gilead
theft (20220512)
the raven steals
the gift left
for the deer
a piece of midnight
making off with a ruby
convenience store (20220430)
the words are a different lexicon or maybe a foreign language an alien tongue licking alien lips and rolling over whatever passes for teeth on alpha centauri the words, oh the words, they squirm like flagella in an electric petri dish refusing to stay still refusing boundaries and definition if a dictionary could only speak and read my mind and tell me what i'm thinking
chicken little (20220429)
at my foot a small blue stone a piece of the spring sky
another tree conversation (20220428)
i want to tell the tree that in a couple of days men will come and cut them down this is not for anything the tree has done but as a precaution though they are too far to endanger the house they are girdled and too close to siblings too likely to take one of them down when next the wind changes direction i want to ask their permission but how can those words be said sincerely when the saws will run with or without it instead i apologize and promise to use every part to reclaim the sunshine he has stored
trees (20220427)
the trees speak
whether the wind blows
or remains still
but to hear
you must be silent
nature walk (20220426)
two mysterious deaths one attempted murder on the trail still the wind blows the salt scent of the ocean mixes with sweet blackberry blossoms
independence (20220425)
cemented to the cement
the slug would not budge
when i offered to move it
to safety
Words and Feathers 