a poets playground

house beautiful

was it a dream
or a memory

she said she’d never leave
a grand dame
in need of a palace

you were
to her
everyone who went by
couldn’t help
but stop and take in your beauty

she cared for you
more than the kids
you

gray

every shade of gray
was exposed
in the lack of sunlight

they stood tall
they stood strong
though the wind
howled through their limbs

they had lasted
decades of wear & tear
rooted tightly together
holding each other up

sharing
seasons that passed so fast

clock’s a ticking toward summer

was it a lust for living
or lustful living
that drove the desire
the want for a man
or a woman
bent on breaking boredom

with lips painted red
and hips swaying
she will knock’um dead
on arrival

she reminded me
of someone

the blanket

 

it wasn’t a dusting


a blanket fell
covering as far
as 1 could see

nature
stood still
quietly content
to take
a day off

 

birds
whispered
squirrels
stayed

wintery mix

a wintery mix
rain
snow
yuk……… slush
navigating
nearly impossible
the weight
of the weather
feeling like glue

 

what a mess
trying to trek
ahead

seeming
to be
on a