30

The soft
spring breeze
saunters
through the screen door
as though it knew
how we longed for it
dreamed of it
in our winter hearts
It whispers
of warm, green days
of dirt and sprouting seeds
as it carries April away

25

I hold the disk of the moon
under my tongue
and count to one hundred
I feel it dissolve
as the silvery coolness
slips down my throat
curls in my belly
I swallow the moon
then keep her wisdom
in my blood
under my skin
no one knows
but they can see
I am radiant

You might want to take a peek at Verse Escape.

 

24

Pride sits
on a broken throne
in its hands, a tiny
shiny blue alphabet

Pride howls
alone on its throne
in the wee
hours full of bluster and bite

Pride clings
to its slippery throne
ringed by
angry fires
listening to the fiddler

Another for National Poetry Month, the subject is from Real Toads, where they suggested we write about the seven vices or virtues.

 

23

Ah,
gotta love
the modern life –
the tweets of a twit
or the magic of
micro-po
one-four-oh!
Keep it simple, stupid,
small and statesmanlike
or not…

This is for Real Toads where the suggestion is to try a 140 character, Twitter-sized poem.

22

These are dark days
Our minds are filled with small thoughts
like dogs on short leads
we don’t stray far
from the concrete
Our lives shrink to fit
into the prescribed boxes
society has set for us
We have forgotten the time
when we used to soar
Our mouths are filled with small words
and all our bad victories
catch in our throats

21

Some years
the ice goes out dramatically
with much noise and damage
spring thaws may bring calamity
when hearts grow apart

 

Needs work, but I’mm sooo behind.