lightening strikes silently
composing sentences in morse code
thunderously punctuated
by atmospheric explosions
and i awake
to you
holding me close
and rain
falling into the lake
outside our window.
Day: July 13, 2009
yike
poetryquestions
raise things
other than answers
and answering
with more questions
is
rude(ruder)uder-ude
whatever they say
sleep deprivation
poetrythe wailing may be over
but the weeping has only begun,
and the only thought that comes
in the early morning hours
and late into the night
is that she’s gone
and won’t be coming back,
no matter what anyone wants
because this is what she wanted.
a rock and a hard place
poetrywhen everything
piled together
becomes too much,
what is there to do
but to lock up one’s feelings,
to lock up one’s thoughts,
to do away with one’s humanity
and become something hard
that can’t feel the pain
of a lost love,
of a lost child,
of a lost friend,
gone for good,
for no good reason.
the sieve and the sand 