In ’42
They were proud
Of their work
In ’45
Suddenly they became
The worst evil ever
Eyes finally opened
Stomachs churned
Too late for so many
Category: Free Verse
Most everything that isn’t a haiku or tanka falls into this category lately. Subject to change, of course.
At the beach
A girl at the beach
Carrying a water bucket
Flicking water from
Her fingers
A baptism
Struggles
sad how often
I struggle
seeking what’s
in my
heart
Parenting Frustrations
Clothes,
Simply…
Just clothes
Arguments burst forth
And I cant….
Children fighting
Like this thing
Defends innocent
Lives
No willingness to
Give, to attempt
Anything outside
The preconceived
“I won’t find
ANYTHING” in this
Place I’ve not yet
Seen.
Frustrated at my
Failure…
No understanding or
Trusting in my
Experience
All I’ve done
All I am;
Worthless
I am tired
Bicycles In The Rain
I spent many a day
Cycling in the rain
Seattle is my home,
After all
I must admit though
That the rain’s allure
Has waned
With these achy joints
A Wretchedly Wet Day
This wretchedly wet day
Dankest dreariness
Spring’s misery
Exceeding the expectations
Of even Eeyor
Morning Rain
Roof rattles
Grinding force
Flowing earthwards
Each droplet unites
Living planet’s power
All consuming
Germs
Tonight’s pain
Prying my skull
Burning knees
Back & elbows
Frightful little
Viri destroy
So damn
Effectively
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A Seattle Morning
High clouds greet the morn
Birds call, seemingly calmer
More subdued, perhaps
Sound absorbed by clouds
Gray skies soothe me, though
Relieved of garish sunlight
Libraries
Betwix books & sunbeams
Motes of dust glide like stars
Drifting amongst dreams
And the dreamers who dream