Rambling, chaotic, free verse.
Category: Poetry
Summer
Here we are between an autumn calling, and green It is Summer time Marry together birth and death, an end coming Lugh bringer of light Reaping, Summer days and nights All that nature is giving This begins with Haiku, the second part a Tanka. Amidst uncertain times, this summer feels especially notable for looking at… Continue reading Summer
Breathe
All feels so stagnantwhat a stale tomorrow brings,we are off-the-wallstill, lift the blind and windowstill, let in light and fresh air Today, a national emergency has been declared. Starting Monday all schools are closed in Ohio. No fans, no audiences, no crowds allowed. No toilet paper! Everything is so strange right now. Tanka31 Syllables5-7-5-7-7
Earthing
Walk on ground as themud squish in my toes andI must close my eyesto see flowers in my headas sun sustains life again One of hope I think. As we do approach a new season things still look bleak weather wise and otherwise too I suppose. Sometimes all we can do is write a poem.… Continue reading Earthing
That Wolf
There is a wolf that sleeps outside my window.Every night, mostly she is quiet as can be.If I peek, the whites of her eyes are glaring.It's obscene, the constant staring at me.I see her teeth are sharp, when she's gnarling.She exposes my fear, it is real and biting.That wolf paws at the window until I'm… Continue reading That Wolf
The Birch and Willow Tanka
An enchanted forest no less with what's between the birch and willow. Birch, tall with white bark On one side of the forest The other, Willow Creates a magical flow, Moon energy and water Photo by @lxmmy
French Toast
It is on Sunday And mostly late in the day Scent buttery sweet A ride in the car and the roof all the way down Light blue eyes and sky What lasts forever? All of this turns to rubble After time weathers Charred and burned on stove with baby boy on her hip Smoke a… Continue reading French Toast
In Memory
It's not my favorite thing to do I did, my visit to you The place It's silent and cold restful, perhaps Here, I wish you My wish, never comes true The graves they are decorated with flags and flowers In Memory, I suppose Lights, the solar kind some are hung and strung, for celebrating In… Continue reading In Memory
