Basement window
Gazing to the skies of gray
Glistening papers
Golden pens
cannot phase this prison den
Swimming in the Closet ***
Parting the sea of blues
Doing laps around the metal hangers
the turquoise blouse
slips over my hand
The jagged crash of morning
Book Picking
Cover to cover
Glaze over
Like donuts roasting
in the fire
Felt, flipped, tossed around
Until a delicacy is found
Shiny cookie sheets
Rampant heartbeat
A Twitching smile at the smell-
of soft sweets
Baked too well
Boredom's Elevator
White painted room
Stripped wall paper
Open windows
A nearby tree
Hand and foot need to be free
Hand in Hand
Slippery boots
Slippery sighs
The tears of loneliness have dived-
Your outstretched hand
My tears smash into
Mixed in with the rain's cortege
You see my heart in one tear
Entwined with the cry of heaven
Honing the brevity of life
Grass that breathes for another
Our outspoken tears are
My tears smash into
Mixed in with the rain's cortege
You see my heart in one tear
Entwined with the cry of heaven
Honing the brevity of life
Grass that breathes for another
Our outspoken tears are
Cradled in the foreigner's land
Farmer Stubborn
He casted the plow
into the Earth.
Seagull's squawk,
Barefoot in dirt.
Raw, sweaty hands
He pushes forth
Padded green gloves squat by the house
Raw, sweaty hands
He pushes forth
Padded green gloves squat by the house
His tilted glance, averted eyes
At the wife's garden advice
Wow. Seven. I am glad to see the effort.
ReplyDelete10\10 due to the depth and the emotion obtained upon reading each one. Not that I'm qualified to judge such composition, but talent is talent.
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