The trees have burned and lost their glow–
No longer flames of orange and yellow
—Dance as tongues on outstretched limbs,
Now heaps of cold coals, the fire dims;
Charred skeletons meet ashen sky,
—Grey clouds emotionlessly cry
Cold tears fall softly, numb the ground.
Sharp wind blows glitter past shrubs royally crowned.
—Cloth devours skin as moths grow thin,
Winter’s darkness enters in;
It lingers unwelcomed for a spell
—Then Spring returns and all is well,
But now we dwell in interim
Where air is cold and outcome grim:
—Three months sit and shivering wait
For cruel cold claw to dissipate.
Yet while Jack Frost displays his powers
—There remain moments, minutes, hours
Of realized warmth and God-given bliss:
Hot cocoa after sledding, Christmas–
—And though the unsettling chill drags on
Eventually will come the dawn
Of warmer days and it is clear
—That life yet once again is here:
The burnt arrayed in vibrant laurels
That forgive the arsonist his quarrels.
—Our words, then, have played the traitor:
We said goodbye, but meant see you later
18 May 2011 2 Comments
Lean ’til you topple,
’Twas all in vain;
Umbrellas can’t shield you from this rain.
16 May 2011 8 Comments
No other can reduce
Your life to merely space,
Swirling electrons linked by sole
Strong force holding them in place.
Existing for this
And this the sole
Purpose of invention;
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13 May 2011 2 Comments
A triangle on stilts
Two blank tombstones lying on their sides
An ear that cannot hear
A toothless sideways grin
A pitchfork with no handle
A toothbrush with only two bristles standing on its end
A bent horseshoe about to pour its luck out
13 May 2011 Leave a comment
You are strange. That is good– you have met my first expectation. Perhaps we’ll be friends. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. In the meantime, let me ask you a
couple of few questions:
1) Do you like poetry– if so, whose?
2)Do you like roller coasters– if so, which ones?
3) Do you have any suggestions/ideas for poems (TELL ME!)
That is all *drinks tea* –sinister voice< FOR NOW
Another stranger (but not Camus’s)
I apologize most profuse for the way this post is most refuse