Dishcloth

I a
simple dishcloth
having once
cleaned up
then what
little was
left wrung
and tossed
to sit
useless until
next time

Tea

I am
just sitting
here with
sadness having
a cup
of tea
with lemon
for there
is nothing
sweet about
having tea
with she

Pond

There are
some things
that I
want to
talk about
but their
mere thought
are boulders
dropping into
an otherwise
sanguine pond
disrupting even
those things
thought invincible
it’s best
me thinks
to be
the boulder
and let
it remain
where it
has landed
I pond
will recover

Fallen

I shall
stay over
here waiting
for awhile
at least
at least
until until
I’m gone
once left
green behind
I’m now
at the
mercy of
the wind

AtAll

I think 
that it’s
best that
I say
nothing at
all for
it’s not
that you
can’t understand
it’s that
you won’t
and that
burden isn’t
yours it
has always
been mine
to keep