A Tanka About Germs

Coal-fired lungs wheeze
Annoyance for all in my house
This crafter of phlem
As springtime rolls past windows
Buoyant blossums show

I Am Caine

I am Caine
Acursed by God
And yet protected
Strangely blended
Mix of rage with
Hope. Enthusiasm
Tainted by jealousy
Perhaps in this, long
Life denied my
Brother, I may find
Redemption

Amidst the Clouds

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Sunlight flowing through
Drifting amidst white cloud fluff
Gently warming me

A Meditation From Suburban Bohemia

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Sitting here in suburban Bohemia
Trendy music echos in rafters
My elders march through
Past darkened storefronts
Embracing the silence of the zone.

Sheltered from the sky
Whether dry, cold or kind
Like now, clouds filter sunlight
The air chilled, night’s influence
Lingering like the memory of dreams.

At the edge I wait as
Automotive druids perform
Arcane rites, resurrecting
A weary shell of steel and plastic
Coffee’s tang upon my tongue

A Friday Meditation

Avoid regret’s pangs 
Each day born of potential
Growing towards the sun

What do I believe

Faith’s varied calling
Change floats in upon the wind
Unsure of one’s heart

This Monday Morning

Tranquil grey skies now
Damp remnants of rain linger
Wet blossoms clinging