i wore memory.
words told to me
by my grandparent's.
sewn into the fabric
lines of children's stories streching
down the cloak furling into shadow.

we are the people who people make.

as i walk, i hear the cloak rustle
a breeze singing notes of warning.

these are my families truths
twisted and tight and mine.

so, before i walk into the ball
looking up one final time.

stars turn away. i hear echos.
cold gooseflesh.

revenge.
will be the laughter of our children.

#poem #poetry

i don't know what the future will be
if its going to be too hot or too cold
but seeing leaves falling in May
watching the seasons collapse
while cars burp down the road
unaware and uncaring.
i can't imagine a future more disturbing.

#soapbox #poem #poetry

what i found.
was lost.
but i forget.
so thats ok
still the yearning
persists
as all things do,
when found, treasured, yet
despite our hopes
still
burned to the ground.

#poem #poetry

crayons don't work well
on snowflakes as they fall
so i had to resort to paint
fast flicks, determination
and presto
the ground is bathed as if I had
stabbed a prism

#poem #poetry

found a moment
between two drinks.
that hadnt filled themselves

so i did what
i always do.

stared up, at an eternity of stars
focus escaping the ambient candlelight.

watching the clouds slowly move
against the dark horizon.

focusing past this moment
seeing the moon, bright.

music finds me crying
at the joy of the universe.

between two drinks.

#poem #poetry

light reflects in pools of still water.
dark clouds, spring winds angry

same puddle, same stop.

lightning mirrors, strobe
then rain crashes down.

sitting, stretching, yawning

the plastic roof and three inches
arent enough as the humidity rockets

but soon im gone from there.

only the booming thunder
weeds growing out, from under

same puddle, same stop

#poem #poetry

im a human reset button.
this house, at the time before
i find sleep, it requests resets.

i walk and close windows
doors, find wrappers, detritus
put away trash and hunt more.

move glasses to the sink.
find shoes their homes.
papers their nooks.

no one cares but the house knows
and ritual is itself, bold

its my rejection of clutter
endless, apathetic, pull.

😜

#poem #poetry #dailydue

the roly poly was migrating
as i swept the chalky stairs.

i wouldnt have helped it out
except for its harsh glare.

with a dust bin,
i lifted him

set it among the grass

waving his thanks
and i confused

went on sweeping again.

#spring #poem #poetry