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I hate this poem. At the time it was posted, though, I probably thought it was brilliant. Looking back, I can see why. I was exhausted. Not poetic exhaustion. Real exhaustion.
Fair Weather
January craves sun’s cool embrace.February frost thaws as we chaseMarch steps into spring’s teasing song.April dances along, wakingMay in morning dew.June greets solstice sun anew.July heats up the pace, thenAugust showers relieve the place.September chills as nights grow cold,October leaves age red, orange, gold.November nip moves days indoors.December snow flutters… Write Tight Should it stay,…
Just Say No
Donuts in the office Potluck lunch, good luck Sampling at the store Add bacon and cheese Cold, sugary drinkSupersize please Late-night nibblesOf salty chips And cheesy dipsBuckets and bucketsOf buttered popcorn Birthday bashes During worktime breaks Family feasts No wonder we overeat
Love is a Dead Fish
In blue seas, where love used to flow over coral reefs, a life we used to know? But we’re washed on the shore, like battered castaways. Our love is a dead fish, darlin’, what more can I say? Shifting tides, happy songs are gone. We’re sailing solo now like worn, weathered driftwood we’re so, so…
I Am Just Saying
I Am Just SayingWhen Jesus blessed the persecutedhe was not recruitingan armyof understudiesto weave wooland spin yarnseasily unraveledonly to hirescribes and Phariseesto cry in courtsof public opinionabouttheir oppression.He did notwant that.I am justsaying… What Exactly Am I Saying? If you spend a little time with the poems on this site, you might notice how often…
