Brain cells start to churn a bit
But ponderously slow
How I ever write first thing AM,
Believe me, I don’t know.
Tag Archives: Poetry
The Ballad of Caffeine
The Mirror of All I Am Not
Standing before me,
The mirror of all I am not.
As I listen to you
The reflection of my life
Turns tawdry and dim:
Shadows of caricatures
Sketched quickly on
Scrap paper
Or twisted like
A funhouse mirror:
The more of you,
The less of me –
Taunting me with
A me that was
Or once could be.
Ellipse
An incomplete thought,
Trailing off –
Suggesting,
Rather than stating:
A hint, a pause,
A doorway to possibility,
Or a sign of hesitation –
Or something left up to
Your imagination.
Trailing off –
Suggesting,
Rather than stating:
A hint, a pause,
A doorway to possibility,
Or a sign of hesitation –
Or something left up to
Your imagination.
Tone
How can the same words
Sound so different?
Mean the opposite?
Hurt, then heal, then
Hurt again?
Said once from love,
Once in anger.
One in pain:
One full of joy.
Yet the words never change.
English can be very
Strange.
Sound so different?
Mean the opposite?
Hurt, then heal, then
Hurt again?
Said once from love,
Once in anger.
One in pain:
One full of joy.
Yet the words never change.
English can be very
Strange.
The Power of Words
Some things cannot be put into words. Yet somehow, when they are, they become even more powerful.
First, August
No
I can’t believe –
Or won’t.
I can’t believe –
Or won’t.
It’s too soon:
So often cool,
So much rain.
Rarely hot –
Barely sunny,
And yet today,
It starts to end,
To reach the peak
While my brain repeats:
Summer’s almost over.
What happened to Spring?
Not a What
“What?” they ask,
“Do you want to be?”
“Not a what,” I say with glee.
They look confused.
They frown. They glare.
I smile back, a silent
“So there!”
“Do you want to be?”
“Not a what,” I say with glee.
They look confused.
They frown. They glare.
I smile back, a silent
“So there!”
They try again.
“What’s your career?”
I chortle –
“Now, that’s a better question,
My dear.”
Air Conditioning
The hero leaves —
Hot sun
Sweat and tears
Walking onward
Fighting the heat
Trying to cool
Sweating
Melting
Failing
Hot sun
Sweat and tears
Walking onward
Fighting the heat
Trying to cool
Sweating
Melting
Failing
With her last strength
She reaches the door and
Flips a switch:
Deus Ex Machine
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