There is this
moment when I
forget the past
having already lived
and the future
but a dream
has not yet
even been born
this moment heralds
like the porch
light of soul
come home boy
it’s dark now
time for sleep
this day done
Category: Poetry
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
