Well it’s about time.I stretch and yawn frosty breath upon the dawn.Summer’s heat has left the fields,September at its end.October welcomes frosty ground and white tipped grass;My personal hello.Nip at your nose and shivers up your spineMy specialties.See your breath, when I’m about,Speak to me between chattering teeth.I’m Jack Frost:Cold of hand, head and heart.AsContinue reading “October Frost”
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How Do I/You/He/We/They Love Thee
How do I love you?How could I not?I love by my actionsBy my thoughts and wordsThe beats of my heartHow do you love me?How could you not?What are your actions?Do you think of me? Speak of me?How does your heartbeat change At the mention of my name?He stood there a question on his faceHow couldContinue reading “How Do I/You/He/We/They Love Thee”
Happy
The pursuit of Happyness lays in Happy AccidentsTripped up memories Stumbling on happiness like a drunk at the partyThe Happy Prince, the curious clown,More happy than not,By choice, if not circumstanceHappiness is a choiceChoosing you over meYou are my happiness With every smile We are Happy togetherLet me find happiness in the joy of anotherBeContinue reading “Happy”
White Color Motif
The easy thing to do would be to use red. I’ve done it before. Hot and fiery. The color of blood, bleeding on the page. Red in its many hues pink as a blush or the dark burgundy of spilled wine.But no. How about blue? Such a poet’s color. Blues beat down from the avenue,Continue reading “White Color Motif”
Monet’s Boat On A River
Stiff lines and harsh brush strokesThe impression of a summer’s dayGreen for trees upswept by the breezeAlong the river blue and whiteReflections in the water show bare branchesWinter’s chill beneath the surfaceBehind the green of a summer dayAlone on a boatSits a man in a coatHat on his headWith doors openDoes he see the summerContinue reading “Monet’s Boat On A River”
Hip, Hop & Bounce
New York City. 1983. The city that never sleeps, though she may spit on your lapel if you piss her off. The air was thick and humid in the summer, the yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes was either the pollution or a bum reliving himself, either way you woke up wantingContinue reading “Hip, Hop & Bounce”
It’s not much
He wasn’t much Neither was he little Rather he was just there Being as such Their bond was brittle Neither seemed to really care Much ado about nothing An apt description Of a tepid love affair But it was something Not conniption Nor care This was for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a smallish poemContinue reading “It’s not much”
Weekend Cinquain
Two fourSix Eight Let’s go!Celebrate! Party right!Gonna have fun all the night!Weekend!GoodnightTime for sleepingPull down the sheets slip inResting now no longer awakeWeekend This was for a dVerse poetry prompt: to create a Cinquain poem. “It is a short poem based on syllable count and is a five-line poem with a syllable count of 2-4-6-8-2,Continue reading “Weekend Cinquain”
Setbacks
Setbacks? What are these?Just steps towards the future unseenGood or bad?Not for me to judgeI just continue to step on the stone in front of meLife hands you lemonsI thank her and move onNo time to make lemonade or meringue a pieI’ll put them in my pocket perhaps to tradeFor a cup of sugar andContinue reading “Setbacks”
Screams Most Unpleasant
Sound hits my ear hardInside my brain it burrows Noise most unpleasant NOTHING IS WITHOUT ONLY THE DAY BEGINS INSIDE MY HEAD SHE SCREAMS AGAIN ETERNAL EVENING DISTURBS MY SLUMBER Nobody knew her name I saw her On the street corner alone An Invitation extended One She should have declined Everyone knows you don’t talkContinue reading “Screams Most Unpleasant”
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