If it doesn’t matter at all.
Or if it’s all that matters.
If you really can’t stand it.
Or if you can’t stand without it.
But if it does
And it’s not
Or you can – either way –
Then, simply put,
Don’t.
Tomorrow’s
Today.
Category Archives: Free Verse
Wait for It
Labor Lost
Ideas sprout and flourish
From careless words,
Like seeds.
Fed by gestures,
Spurred by sounds,
A thriving, healthy green.
The world is ripe with
Inspiration:
The field grows
Overgrown.
Unpicked, un-plucked,and
Unexplored.
As useless as a wasteland,
Potential overthrown.
Precious flowers, designs of
Desperate dreams –
Ideas enough for lifetimes
Ignored and killed
Like weeds.
Time Flies Like a Thrown Clock
Time flies like a thrown clock:
Swift. Then bloody.
Time stands still like the eye of a storm:
Calmly pulling strings.
Time turns back like a rotating door:
Only to move forward.
Time fades away like light to the blind:
In perception alone.
Eternal Sunshine
In the flickering sunshine,
The siding gleams,
Bright with fresh paint,
Hardly weathered.
Though bowed and broad,
The sturdy beams stand,
Strong and sure
In the midst of the grass,
Fresh and green.
Even under occasional clouds,
The flowers bloom
Without blessing of rain
While inside the walls weep,
And the storms rage.
For Sunshine Lost
Sorrow, not for the gray skies
But for sunshine lost,
Too soon, by choice,
Irreparably
Remembered with tears,
Immortalized with smiles:
Hoarded memories,
Precious treasures,
Too few, finite,
Irreplaceable,
Incomparable
A pain, never weakened,
But slowly callused,
Steadily distanced
To dullness
But for harsh moments
When the shield slips,
And the torment strikes true:
Too much, overwhelming,
Irreconcilable,
Incalculable,
Inescapable
In perpetuity
I Never Thought
I never thought –
Never knew I should,
Never knew the need –
Until the moment
Had passed,
And the thought was wasted.
The awareness, the foresight,
Perception even, required was
Never mine,
And the lack left gaps – vulnerabilities –
Since struck with sufficient strength
To shatter, sending shockwaves
Forward, forever – for nothing.
Forming a fear like a cramped cage
And a need to think so fervent as to
Freeze the form, the future
Into immobility.
Not a Sign: Happy Halloween!
Built a year ago,
It stands, fresh and bright:
No crackled paint,
No broken panes –
Not a flaw in sight.
The floors are too well-made to
Creak,
The wiring, too good to
Flicker,
And the furnace kicks on instantly
To fight off the sudden
Chills.
There’s not a sign,
Not a sound,
No hint of what’s in store:
Like rot lurking behind the bark,
Or death, beneath the floor.
The Paths
From each step,
A million paths,
A million choices
Spring
Hand over your eyes,
Turn 60 degrees and
Point wherever you will –
Toss a coin, leap, or
Stumble off:
The paths multiply
Still.
All
All the caring,
All the love,
All the thoughts,
Worries, and plans –
All are wasted
Without listening,
Without trying
To understand.
He Longed for the Moon
He longed for the moon
They scoffed: “It’s impossible!
And yet, which mouse
Found the cheese?
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