Written in 1983.
Cobwebs hang from the drawers.
The empty seat
covered with dust
sits abandoned
by the desk.
Death
now sits here
looking at thirty desks
aligned in six rows.
No more do children laugh
in this place.
No more does teacher teach
the students.
The Apple
perfectly red
sits
untouched
by dust
or web.
Alone
The Apple does not age.
Forever
is
The Apple.
Another teen angst filled poem from my High School years. I carry a great weight upon my shoulders as I walk upon the Road. I ask, “Will not someone help me with my load?” The mountains echo their unanimous reply, “NO.” I ask, “Will not someone take away my load?” The mountains echo their unanimous…
Wow, when the muse starts pouring inspiration into you, she really pours it into you. This is the poem that arrived in my mind this morning. The Veils Between Lovers A dance of the seven veils Between me and my lover The first veil is resistance Resistance to what we want Resistance born of past…
Written in 1983. Wastepaper basket filled to the brim with wads of fresh, new paper. Desk cluttered with paper, ink and pencils. A slumped figure snores over a sheet of paper. The words “Once upon a time . . .” are scribbled out on the top line. Looking closer at the wads in the basket,…
I just found this limerick I wrote many years ago based on a co-workers name. I hope you enjoy it!
This week’s haiku is inspired by the first experience with fireflies, back when I was living in Baltimore. I was enraptured by them and still feel the thrill when I think about them. Lighting bugs outside blink like Christmas tree lights while they search for a mate Originally posted on 52 Haiku
Written in 1984, this is another expression of my grief of losing my grandmother. Loss. A missing piece of the puzzle. A knot in the throat. A Demon in the gut. An unfulfilled need. A missing. A not there. A silent scream. Anger. Grief. Deprivement. A barrier to cross some day Yet crossed by another…