The hour has not changed
I will convince myself that
Time does not matter
Even as the clock repeats
A second round of midnight
Author: Kagami no Tomoko
Paper crumpled like
Mushrooms surrounding a stump
Shaped like a waste bin
Blue ink across the white
Words some might call “poetry”
What am I, a square?
No, I am rectangular,
Of little value,
Albeit might when joined,
Pluralizing your old word.
Possibility
My greatest weakness hands down
Regardless the time
Dreaming up what could be is
So fascinating to me
May I hold onto
These small memories with you
To chase the darkness
Away so we can relax
Bathed in afternoon sunlight
Sunlight will be
We can always go back home
Oh Wow! I just saw
Beauty and her best friend in
The bay of green tea roses
Handed out in pairs
Around a felted table
Hearts blinding our eyes
Big or small or dealer dealt
Always all in on five-four
What weekend wonders,
Await me on Saturday?
And will they be kept,
Secret until Sunday Eve?
Or even worse, Monday morn!
Golden sunset shines
Through pea-sized water droplets
Crystalline clear
Trailing a fuzzy rainbow
Where one would expect shadow
What lies before me,
Is a road well traveled, yet-
Why do I pause so?
Is it failure that roots me
Or the fear of my success?