Sunday, August 30, 2015

Nothing Left To See Here

It's lonely in the future.
It's lonely in the past.
The present is just boring,
and it lasts and lasts and lasts

forever and this heartbeat -
single, slow, and small -
between nothing left to see here
and already seen it all.

For Poetry Pantry

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Blank Canvas Face


I had a blank canvas face,
unlined
till it happened to me -
time.

My eyes were right,
bright, and clear
till it happened to me -
pass of years.

I've found I'm just like the rest.
Born for what comes next.
Of life, there seems so little left.
It'll happen to me -

death.

For Bjorn's prompt at Real Toads

I wanted to let everyone know that it might take me a while to get around and visit.  I'm having some health issues.

Edit: It just occurred to me that announcing health issues immediately following a poem about death might be bad juju.  Have no fear; it's not that serious.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Go

Pixie stick
hips
in a cotton candy
t-shirt
and sugar center
mini skirt -
go home.

Pop rocks
in soda pop
sweet tooth
brain rot
jailbait
lollipop -
go home.

Playing with modifiers for Meeting the Bar at dVerse

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Bread And Water (after "The Summer Day")

Who made you?
Who made you imperfect?
Who made you imperfect,
but failed to flaw
the swan or the bear
or the grasshopper
perched there on the arm
of my lawn chair
content to spit tobacco or jump
completely unrepentant and unimproved.
He is a prayer
so full of gratitude as to move
any god to grace.
Like him, I will sup on sugar and drink dry this place
of every flame and flower.
Tell me, what else would you have me do
with these gifted hours?  Deny?
Tell me, when it's over, will you have loved
your bread and water life?

For Corey's prompt at Real Toads

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Calling Myself

I never wanted to be an astronaut
though I craved the stars.

Didn't dream of dance;
still, I learned to tiptoe.

I call myself a poet,
but I'm just a vessel

channeling spirits to breathe life
into my own.

For Midweek Motif at Poets United

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Leather Tongues

Curious devices teach the young
and numb the mothers.

Fathers
gather
economies of scale.

Tales are often told
of the older and the better

by leather tongues long
disregarded.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Would You / Do You (A List Of Answers)

yes
yes
no
yes

absolutely not

yes
no
yes (in the dark)
yes

A Fireblossom Friday inspired List for Play It Again at Real Toads