Category Archives: Rhymed Verse

All the Stories: Happy Early Thanksgiving!

All the stories are false
And all the stories are true
From happy children’s books
To the dark historic view.
What humans se versus
What humans write –
What humans believe
And why humans fight.
While not grateful for all
This messy world stew
I’m grateful to have one,
Whatever truth’s view.


What a Ball

An agony of politeness holding you in thrall.
Is it too early to go right now?
If it gets too late, should I go at all?
Should I be first and hang out alone?
Or should I delay? Are these heels too tall?
The cycle starts and spins and falls –
Preparation for fun. Oh joy. What a ball.


Sneaking Silence

With sneaking silence
Small hands reach for the wooden edge,
Pulling up to unsteady feet
Until dark eyes can get a peek
At sugary gold in its crystalline cage.
The tiny hands then hold and wait,
Wait for the chance to set it free
When no adults can hear or see.


Currents

A bubble in the river,
A tiny froth of foam,
Pushed and rushed and jostled
Through a world it does not know.
It has no oar to steer with
Nor hands nor feet to try,
And so it floats in the hands of fate,
In currents aimed and blind.


Shifting Stones

Passage made by Nature:
A riverscape of streets
Through buildings made for drier days
Like cookies crumbling in the heat
An island made of shifting stones –
Sanctuary with a side of fear
A perch amidst the city’s bones:
There shouldn’t be a Venice here.


He

He waters the ground with patience, care.
He adds fertilizer and lays straw there.
He tends and tends and tears his hair,
But dead seeds won’t grow,
So the land stays bare.


Catch Up: An Exercise in Silliness

SC: [sing-songy]

Catch up, ketchup, caught –
A single line of thought.
So easily squished, so easily dead.
Are you sure I can’t just read instead?

 

IC: What is that even about? Ketchup?

SC: Don’t judge!


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