Tragedy, romance Poetry, absurdity Early, late Silly, important. Unimaginative people Define the markers of a spectrum From this to that Opposites barricading time and space Separating one existence from another. But they’re just the same. Can’t you see? Each one defines a truth That you can only see The duality of each If you pay…
You say that I should consider the possibilities and think about what I want. I’ve done that for years now. I want adventure and passion and to learn everything. I want to run and find out like Rikki Tiki Tavi. And be curiouser and curiouser into the rabbit hole. I want to love. I want…
The most romantic thing you’ve ever done Is brush your teeth while we’re on the phone Because you don’t want to stop talking And every minute matters You’re so comfortable with me That it’s like I’m lying in your bed While you’re talking about your day And you step into the bathroom To brush your…
#joy I can post about what a great day I had, And choose all the right hashtags And get a hundred likes, retweets or emoticons. I can tell my colleagues that I’m proud of their work. And I’m looking forward to seeing their potential in this new opportunity. And provide just the right mentorship and…
Aroused from slumber With your arms around me You kiss my neck I awaken And you disappear And if I could just go back to sleep I could feel you so close to me again.
November 3 TomorrowIf you let yourselfGet in the carDrive through the nightAnd knock at my door,I’d fall into your armsMake love for hours.You’d make breakfast in the morningI’d do the dishesWe’d listen to musicAnd read the newsTalk about the presidentAnd plan to change the worldBut plant flowers insteadAnd after a dayOr twoOr a weekOr a…
October 28 Island where all becomes clear.Solid ground beneath your feet.The only roads are those that offer access.Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs. The Tree of Valid Supposition grows herewith branches disentangled since time immemorial. The Tree of Understanding, dazzlingly straight and simple,sprouts by the spring called Now I Get It. The thicker the…
You are the shepherdWho found me wandering in the hills. The soldier who saved meFrom the rabble and crowd.
She tries to writeBut, words won't come.Hundreds of terrible poemsAnd two good ones. This was my first paid poetry. I receive $1 from Quatrain.fish, a website that published one four line poem every day and paid the writers $1.
