You wave banners
branded with badges
of counterfeit causes
symbols of sophistic
and stagnant standards
The flags you fly
stamped and striped
in contrarian colors
announce allegiance
to divisive ideals
It’s time to surrender
your pride to truth
retreat to the colors
of liberty and justice
for all
bare feetsummer heatheat waveday tripping Timpanogos Cavecave in to my friends’ whimshit the road most weekendsweekend warriors on dirt bikesearly morning sunrise hikeshike at noon to Donut Fallsbefore I return to my school’s halls 📍Poetry Begins Where You Are Your hometown trails, cafés, caves, and corners—they’re more than background. They’re material. Write about the places…
“Who’s there?” inquired the rogue, transfixed to the face in the water.
Echo, granted fortune to speak, chanted back to him “who’s there?”
The young man about-faced but simply could not see
Sweet Echo who was slyly obscured amongst the leafy trees.
Twenty Twenty is written as an abecederian. An abecederian poem has twenty-six lines, each line written in alphabetical order. It was written for a contest, and I was pleased with the results. How did I do?
I drank daily eight glasses of water…
She holds steamy mug
with both hands.
The scene from the
warm white-light
framed picture window
warns of winter’s
western approach.
I miss…
Crispy romaine
spinach
spring mix
and kale