Pumpkin, sweet pumpkin Carved up for display A sacrifice made To hasten decay. Discarded on leaves, Your final throne Before the claw Takes you away.
Category Archives: Poetry
Ode to the Leaves
Leave me alone leaves Let me be There’s too many of you And only one of me.
Power Outage
I instinctively pull the chain During the power outage Because it hasn’t sunk in, No juice for the light, Or the lifeless laptop. I struggle with the weight of pen on paper, Writing words by hand when I rarely write checks. Candles and oil lamps in the back of my mind long ago When snowContinue reading “Power Outage”
The Answers
Answers forged from countless errors in judgment, temperament and desires Arrive late in life, almost cruelly in how their perfected wisdom Obliterates mistakes that caused anguish in years past. True answers, impossible to foretell, require forgiveness and acceptance So the fanfare of everyday life becomes an unexpected gift from a stranger, The simplicity of theContinue reading “The Answers”
Lost Key…
A key from the sea rolled into shore, It may open a door, a chest of yore. Gone green with age, so I ‘d say no more.
Poetry: First Light on the Old Man
First light strikes the old man with cobwebs in his eyes. He’s had enough wildfires, covid and Afghanistan follies, So he cocks his gun and squeezes the trigger from the cheap seats Where he sees but never hears the leaping prima ballerina Land en pointe. There’s applause but is it in front or behind theContinue reading “Poetry: First Light on the Old Man”
Poetry: The Self-Centered Man
The Self-Centered Man The self-centered man Asks the car wash attendant Which is worse, Oak pollen coating the hood, Or ashes from a wildfire?
Poetry: A Rusty Chair
A rusty chair waits for me Near an ocean, With no cell phone service, Only deep thinking Like that runaway Mack truck Plowing through a spent cornfield Just east of my childhood. I didn’t scream back then, I was young with time To right the ship. But now that I’m old, I am content toContinue reading “Poetry: A Rusty Chair”
Poetry: The Slow Crawl of Night
The Slow Crawl of Night In darkness the scent of french fries Follows me along the frontage road. Plastic bags cling to a cyclone fence. Cars speed by, drivers indifferent To my hunched over figure. I enter the cheap cologne mist Outside a 24 Hour Fitness Where people watch themselves In large glass windows LitContinue reading “Poetry: The Slow Crawl of Night”
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