midland
It ain’t heaven but
it beats hell outta Akron;
the people here are
happy or at least hiding their despair;
the streets are paved with asphalt in places
and we all rattle, rattle, rattle
down the road
midland
It ain’t heaven but
it beats hell outta Akron;
the people here are
happy or at least hiding their despair;
the streets are paved with asphalt in places
and we all rattle, rattle, rattle
down the road
Romance Writer
only fools write about love
for, in love, they’re foolish,
and out-of-love, monstrous –
only fools waste time with
pen on paper when
there’s someone within reach –
and only monsters
can dream so sweetly
it feels like reaching someone.
gunstock
the blameless wood that
shoulders the barrel, that
crawls with spring and steel;
not deadly itself but
built for deadliness;
not threatening, unless
assembled
Poem in sijo form by Yun Tusŏ (born 1668) taken from the book "The Columbia Anthology of Traditional Korean Poetry"
A mud-encrusted piece of jade
lies abandoned by the road.
People coming, people going
all look on it as dirt.
Stay as you are, jade stone,
someone will recognize you for what you are.
Deploy on Friday;
Nothing to worry about.
Ah, yes. The weekend.
You must travel to Goshen
For a potion that makes the motion
Of a Loatian in the ocean
A notion of devotion
There are no bad words
Except for the obvious
Moist and succulent.
"Unfolding, one shade deeper each day—embracing the quiet beauty of becoming. 🌸✨"
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