Deep within the vault
Midnight poetry lurking
Just outside my reach
Vocabulary consumed
Such weight on my shoulders, still
Tag: Misc.
Who would have guessed it
My love for every season
Could be distilled and
Captured within these verses
Month by month, year over year.
End of an Era!
For the employee or firm?
Perhaps both are true.
But growth requires great changes,
Sometimes at the highest level.
Something so small and
Significant yet always
Invisible to
The common man or woman
No preference is given
Not Tanka
What is the word for
a heart so full but also
breaking?
Is there even a word?
It may be like rain
falling through sunshine.
Oh to move again!
To bend and to stretch- to sway!
All without breaking,
Though pain still lingers or flares,
They are dull embers, not flame.
Just breathe in- and out,
Like the sun and the moon rising,
Focus on the breathing,
Rather than that other thing,
This unexpected displeasure.
Hold your head up high,
Keep your eyes forward and move.
They look to you now,
Marching in the mud and storm,
Luck be with you rainbow scout.
A soft whisper drifts,
Upon a sunbeam filtered,
Through the window slats –
“Sharpen the pencil and mind,
Poetry month has arrived.”
Is the inkwell dry?
Were the pages burned?
Brushes forgotten?
The season is upon us,
Where have all the poets gone?