Undertones
Of owl
In a forest
Deep
Northside
Thick moss
Everywhere
New growth
Amongst
The decay
Moisture
In the air
Palpable
And squirrels
Gliding from
Tree to tree
Ignoring
The stranger
In their midst
While gathering
Acorns for
The morrow
#poetry
Length of creek
Only measured
By the water
No longer there
Miles mean
Nothing at all
To salamander
And crayfish
Or the sound
Of babbling
Over slick
Rocks forgotten
As long as a
Piece of string
And then just
A little more
#poetry
Tattered jeans
And unkempt
Tussled hair
With no fear
Of being
Inadequate
Street having
Taught most
Of the lessons
Required
Shade tree
And an old
Paperback book
Usually
Just enough
To manage
Contentedly
The right music
Drifting from
Somewhere else
Likely a cosmic
Coincidence
#poetry
Short story
Repeated often
Just to make
Fiction fact
A better history
Unavailable
So the telling
Adds truth
To something
Only imagined
Wake up
Work hard
Go to sleep
Embellishment
So obviously
Required
#poetry
#vss
In the depths
Of a shallow mind
Betwixt the lust
And hunger
Underneath
Tiny thoughts and
Pettiness too
Nothing really
Of great import
Grandios ideas
As well as
Silly wants and
Earthly desire
A plethora of
Words also
that do not
Intentionally rhyme
#poetry
Floors of
Quarter sawn
Red #oak
Beneath feet
For pacing
Front window
To back door
To stare and
Contemplate
Meaning
Of a life
Already lived
Hardwood
Laid down
Same year
As Birth
But just
An acorn
Two centuries
Before that
Grateful for
Warmth of
Bare soles
Always
On their way
#poetry
Drinks by
The creek
Old buildings
With no
Memory
Of water
Long past
Swallowed
By a forest
Only seen
Through
Brick filled
Sleepy eyes
Stairs ascending
Presumably
Somewhere
Away
#poetry
What leaf
Blow away
On wind
Afar
So high
Just to see
Over mountain
Further
A wandering
From tree
With hope
to know
The world
On lawn land
Somewhere
Waiting rakefully
To be gathered
#poetry
Old house
So many years
Abandoned
Down the path
Behind the school
Almost to
Kissing rock
Rumored to
Be haunted
But mostly
A good place
To hang out
After class
Smoking and
Joking
Or telling
Ghost stories
About kids
Gone missing
Never to be
Seen again
#poetry
True intentions
Always obscured
Actual motives
Just a shadow
Roughly shoving
This way and that
Destination
A mystery
Lesson learned
Through
Manifestation
Of destiny
Claim of free will
Mostly sincere
#poetry
The lingering forever
Only momentary
In an unquiet mind
Gone before
It is forgotten
Attention focused
On the next eternity
Looming large
On the horizon
Temporary madness
Mistaken for
Logical thought
#poetry
The Kool-Aid
Was deep
The view
From the bottom
Unclouded
Deeper was
A dream
Worthy of
Gulping for
Drowning
In the delusions
Of tomorrow
#poetry
Overcome with
Giddiness
Such a cliche
As if the
Presence of god
Could be dismissed
As trivial
Only the mad
Dirvishes
Of the night
Twirling
As they wilt
Dancing for
Ecstatic
Communion
With the
Divine
Might possibly
Understand
The lunacy
Of being
Off balance
#poetry
#vss
Path going nowhere
Gateless gate unpassable
Deep in illusion
Empty bowl overflowing
Television always on
#tanka
#poetry
Voted most
Likely to
Break a
Small toe
While putting
On their panties
Coordination
Not a strong suit
But stumbling
Through life
Not at all
Intolerable
Their lack
Of agility
But a distraction
While narrating
The disaster
In tiny stories
And silly little
Poems
#poetry
#vss
Often words
Bear repeating
Nonhuman
Ursine grumblings
From within
Best verbalized
In the wild places
Beyond the light
Of what many
Consider
Civilization
What tree or rock
Would shudder
In fear
Because the roar
Inside
Escaped
More than
Just a little
#poetry
Becoming
A person
Often too
Difficult
The leap from
Pathological
Stasis
To fully
Functioning
Dynamic
That embodies
Person-hood
Not possible
Emotional
Zombie
In search of a
Rogerian
Solution
Or even a
Non discerning
Coffee shop
Catering to
A rougher
Clientele
#poetry
#vss
"There is
No point
In claiming
That the purpose
Of a system
Is to do
What it constantly
Fails to do"
Logic won't
Save us
The path
Toward anarchy
Littered with
Lost hope
Of being
Happily
Organized
Pockets full
Of worthless
Change
#poetry
#change
#anarchy
Call me
Anatidae
It said
As if it were
A profound
Narrator
Of some
Famous tome
Willing to
Be a guide
On the proverbial
Mystical journey
Instead of a
Mere duck
On the way
To water
This pond not
On a map though
It quipped
True places
Never are
#poetry
Emotions being
What they are
Tethered to
Nothing at all
Time and memories
Perceptions true
Or imagined
Too few calories
Or an abundance
Thereof
Even a lack
Of sleep
A body fatigued
Vulnerable to
Their machinations
Animating a body
As they will
When even a little
Peace
Preferable
#poetry
Deep within the dream
Trying to play the part well
Not inclined to wake up
#haiku
#senryu
#poetry
#dream
Seven limbs up
Most everything
A little less
Hinky
Bearable even
Green leaves
To hide under
Blanket safe
In the sky
Street sounds
Not so
Very alarming
Grand trunk road
Of salvation
Time to tie
Wayward shoelaces
Mindful of
Likely knot
#poetry
#vss
Trees growing
From a log
Fallen down
In the Forest
How many
Years ago?
Rotting wood
And moss
The medium
Of survival
And even that
Decaying
Into soil
The living
And the dead
Both at same time
Reaching toward
Tomorrow
#poetry
#vss
Listen
Listen again
Until
Ears are full
Then listen more
Until
Mind is full
And explodes
Now
Listening
Is possible
#poetry