Tag: Poetry

Coffee War

I forged coffee in my
Chemex this afternoon
unapologetically
robust
Created so to act as
a buttress against
the merciless forces
of fatigue grinding
at my defenses
and reinforcements wait
in airtight Tupperware
for the scalding baptism
that will send them
pouring into the breach
but, alas,
the enemy has
reached my chamber

Drifting Away

Silently sitting
Staring
an unfocused stare
that relieves my mind
from its watch
and it has taken
leave of me
bouncing along the
surface of the past
a well skipped stone
then
Momentum spent
I begin to gently sink
calling to myself to
return to me
There are things for
which you are needed
but there is only
silence
Drifting ever deeper
My voice
unheeded

Rattlesnakes and Belly Dancers

Rattlesnakes and belly dancers
Questions with no answers
The sweet relief of second chances
and the sound of one hand clapping
All the extinguished dreams feeding
the poppies of Flanders Field
and why we feel the way we feel
Some notable fodder for pondering
as Saturday plods along

Not Today

There will be no poem today
I’m too tired for this poetry game
and there are none waiting

Anticipating

Fingers drumming
impatiently
for words from me

No one pining away
for a few rhyming lines

No

There will be no poem today

And I won’t be swayed
to coax my brain
to change

Dawn Flight

The morning rose
a perfectly formed
crystal of quartz
Pristine
Shimmering
And as my finger
caresses
its frozen edge
it sings
a chest tingling
“OM”
freeing my
heart to soar
as the
red-shouldered
hawk
once more

Shepherd

This bitter wind is a
shepherd to the trees
deftly shearing the
snowy fleece from the
Leyland Cypress along
the fence line
The white crystals
leap skyward
swirling
before falling
to earth a
second time
loosely
scattering
around the
evergreen’s
freshly shorn
knees

A Place To Breathe

I still watch Tom and Jerry
sitting cross-legged
mouth slightly agape
Intensely fascinated
Immensely entertained
and lord knows I’ve
seen them all before
but that doesn’t matter
It’s a warm place
to breathe
To gather myself
I just don’t have the
Froot Loops
anymore

One Moment (Unrehearsed)

I had a friend call me once
from down south
In the wee hours
In agony
His .45 in his mouth
seeking a reason
from me to not
pull the trigger
That’s a big moment
Enter stage right
Unrehearsed
A moment in which I
dearly missed poetry
where my words
didn’t matter
On this night
they were enough
He didn’t