Pain’s abyssal depths
can’t be adequately plumbed
with a Likert Scale.
perspective
NaPoWriMo 8 Apr 2023- Sedoka
It’s hard to believe
he’s an existential threat,
even at his vilest.
But, if people buy
the fabric of his falsehood
and clothe themselves in fury…
Achtung, Schätze!
Verkakte!
Unheimlich!
Verjakte!
Cherita #1
Gaze long
upon this grizzled tangled
weeping woods
no longer verdant
shrouding mist obscuring
any hint of distant spring.
This is my first foray into the poetic storytelling form created by British poet, ai li in 1997. As those who have followed my writing have seen, I have been gravitating toward short form poetry of some years. I am finding the simplicity of capturing a moment very gratifying and am excited to have come across another poetic form with in whose structure I can continue this process.
Dawning Images (38)
All these little aches
accompany us daily;
our lifetime boon companions.
First, Bull. Run!
In the distance, sharp,
the crack of rifle fire
echo high above farm ford
the peace thereof polluted.
Listen Up!
When the onus
on a penis
is no less
relentless
than the stigma
on a vagina,
men may have the option
to discuss abortion
but drafting legislation
to govern procreation
must remain the mandate
of those who have to gestate!
UN-AMERICAN? EXCUSE ME?
Though we disagree
About this country’s problems
And about the solutions
We both remain patriots!
Anodyne Applied
Dawn’s fury displaced
by a walk among the blooms.
Harmony restored.
He and His Glasses Case!
Look! Possessive Squirrel!
Dragging his bed place to place.
Material contagion.
Oh God, what hath humans wrought?
An Unplanned Siesta
Again, I find myself
Standing at a crossroads,
Pondering directions.
Unsure which path to take.
Should I? Could I? Perhaps?
~
The sun is overhead.
At the roadside, flowers.
Birdsong lilts from afar.
Wheat heads rustle nearer.
~
It’s been a long journey,
Full of rush and bother,
That led me to this place.
~
Beside these thoroughfares
I shall pause, breathe, relax.
~
There’s time for a siesta.
A Statesman’s Prayer
When we disagree,
can we not remain civil
and work to find common ground?
~
You know I love our country,
as I know you love it too.
Let us not cast stones!
My Struggles
Not to your vile
nature nor to your greedy
ways do I owe my sorrow.
~
I revolt myself,
every time I wish you ill,
yet I can’t refrain.
That Sad Little Bird
Alone in the dark,
he cries out for relevance,
love, being unfamiliar.
Aroil in Pain 