Indirectly searching
for the unobservable.
The majority is the abnormal,
viewable only from the side,
noticeable only from the pull.
Did you see it too?
Maybe it's really there.
Inspired by a recent news story about astronomical mysteries.
Started for National Poetry Writing Month 2011, decided to keep things going. I've always liked writing poetry.
28 July 2014
27 July 2014
Unexpectedly Alone
For a few moments,
I was post-apocalyptic.
In a place of many,
it was just me.
No one in the train.
No one in the hall.
No internet.
No cell phone.
Unexpectedly alone.
I was post-apocalyptic.
In a place of many,
it was just me.
No one in the train.
No one in the hall.
No internet.
No cell phone.
Unexpectedly alone.
26 July 2014
Not Quite Right
The meter is just not right.
The rhymes are just not right.
And now I've rhymed
the same word twice.
Either too simple,
or too contrived.
The poem never feels quite right.
The rhymes are just not right.
And now I've rhymed
the same word twice.
Either too simple,
or too contrived.
The poem never feels quite right.
25 July 2014
Afternoon Rest
The tree leaned down
and said to me,
"The sun's quite bright today.
How about you sit in shade?"
The grass looked up
and said to me,
"Your feet seem quite tired.
How about you sit awhile?"
The breeze whispered
into my ear,
"It is quite hot just now.
How about I cool your face?"
Thank you, tall tree.
Thank you, soft grass.
Thank you, sweet breeze.
Same time tomorrow?
and said to me,
"The sun's quite bright today.
How about you sit in shade?"
The grass looked up
and said to me,
"Your feet seem quite tired.
How about you sit awhile?"
The breeze whispered
into my ear,
"It is quite hot just now.
How about I cool your face?"
Thank you, tall tree.
Thank you, soft grass.
Thank you, sweet breeze.
Same time tomorrow?
24 July 2014
Braid
Left to right,
right to left
Til all the hair is one.
Down the length
of your hair
Til the braid is done.
right to left
Til all the hair is one.
Down the length
of your hair
Til the braid is done.
The Apple & The Knife
The apple says to the knife,
"Oh, what strife
to be cut by you this way."
"Well, you must be sliced,"
says the knife,
"for apples are snack today."
"Oh, what strife
to be cut by you this way."
"Well, you must be sliced,"
says the knife,
"for apples are snack today."
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