When regret
refuses
to shed tears
While blame
Forgets
to step forward
And penitence
pretends
to be tough
It’s difficult
to say yesterday
When regret
refuses
to shed tears
While blame
Forgets
to step forward
And penitence
pretends
to be tough
It’s difficult
to say yesterday
Observational poetry catches the world in the act of being itself. William Carlos Williams knew this best. He stacked simple words like bricks to build a red wheelbarrow. He didn’t explain the rain. He just showed the water on the red paint. This kind of writing trusts the objects to do the work. A pink poncho or a patch of ice tells the whole story. You don’t need to add extra weight. You just need to look.
We sitbehind a wheelblasting coolair(sometimes hot) Waitingfor ourturnat the windowto exchangea few dollars fora crispy chickensandwichora doublebacon burger(with cheese) We sitidlingpassing gasto an alreadychoking sky Shouldn’t weBe usinga walk-upwindowinstead?
Life begins fresh with every sunrise
There’s a moment,after baconis placedin searing pan,sizzling,sweating,a momentjust beforethe sizzlingstrip surrendersto heat,risking beingburnt black, that’s the moment,when fatsubmits its willand finally renders,that’s the momentbacon earnsblessed exaltation.
The room
still
holds
its warm
cozy charm
but cold
judgmental
thought
invades and harms.
It’s such an old-fashioned term:groceries. Coming down.A beautiful term: groceries;sort of a bag with things in it. Groceries are coming down.I talked about groceries. A lot.The stomach is speaking;it always does. I talked a lot about groceries.A vote for Trump. Means: cheaper.The stomach is speaking;a beautiful term: groceries. A vote: for Trump means cheaperbag with…