A distant world comes to mind
Teeming with life and love
And as it gains form
The one around dissipates
Along with all its cruelty
For a time
Category: Free Verse
Shadows abate
Though oft I do despair
For want of freer air
I cannot but be awed at my good luck
For when I could not see
I set my heart to thee
And no longer could chaos run amok
When I did walk alone
My heart hard as a stone
Ne’er could I have imagined such a fate
As to be bound to you
A bond so right and true
That all the shadows in my mind abate
6/2/2021
What wisdom hath man,
He who destroys so?
The pooch on hooch
There once was a pooch
That got hooked on hooch
Would drink on days that end with “y”
He had him a beer
And ‘gan to afear
An air balloon up in the sky
He barked and he woofed
And t’ward it he hoofed
Till his paws were tired, raw, and red
And that’s when he found
He’d just run around
His head, dreaming deep in his bed
5/28/2021 – quarter-rhymes and pimples
Writing poetry is simple
Rather like popping a pimple
Grab hold of it and squeeze just right
And at the end of it you might
Make something worthy of a glance
Or perhaps something rather gross.
5/27/2021 – all my own
Music rings in my ears
Unheard in many days and nights
Yet ever-present in my mind
An echoing symphony
All my own
5/26/2021
And though it’s oft that winds of change
Come galloping through life
We in such times accept the strange
And see past fleeting strife
trying to make sense of it all
My heart thrums
Wondering
Wandering in distant times and places
My ears prick
At sounds
Of harmonies in spacetime
And my mind twists
And turns
Trying to make sense of it all
5/22/2021 – when chaoses abound
If such is life that often we
Are lost when we’d be found
Why, then, can’t I feel unbound, free
When chaoses abound?
5/20/2021 – how the sound will fall
And with a breath so do we say
The things that fill our minds
Without a mind to how the sound
Will fall on list’ning ears.
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