Murder
an old farmers sink-
her mind miles away from the
blood in the carpet
–
back garden soil-
no amount of soap
makes her feel clean
Category Archives: Chance
Distance
under summer stars-
in the fading moonlight she
could almost be you
–
iron skies-
across the piazza
you become the crowd
Injustice
drowning each of us
in the blood of our comrades
within sight of shore
–
tulips blossom-
death takes no heed
upon who’s grave
Relationship
life gets in the way-
in my haste I neglected
to say I love you
–
shifting skies-
one simple
phone call
Soul
as I leave this world
I pour my soul into you-
one last parting gift
–
out of the fire-
a perfect vessel
cracked
Sleepless
on the edge of sleep-
hours before my alarm rings
each noise a crisis
–
suddenly awake-
a murderer
or my cat?
Snow
a sheltered hollow-
in the footsteps of winter
the last melting snow
–
mid april-
morning grass
crusted with snow
Nightmare
white foam at her lips-
on ebon hooves she gallops
through the endless night
–
riderless-
the bearer of
secret horrors
Decline
social distancing-
tulip blossoms pay no heed
to the fall of man
–
robin’s song-
mankind’s
lament
Block
the day’s writing gone-
a vast expanse of paper
waiting on the muse
–
pen to paper-
the clock again
rolls over