Elementary ever,
Yes, but
Ocean ends,
Yes but
Shore ends,
“Yes but” loops,
Shells turn to sand
And
Shelled life seeks sand
And that song;
“All things from shells”
As another Darwin said.
Month: February 2019
Struggles With Socks
I struggle with stocks
My worry monster eats them;
Burdens played away.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Disposed To Be
They’re kind words, true; difficult times never last forever, this news, not hers, only mine inclined ‘til the bow; I won’t be OK; incurable, I’ll dazzle like a wave, breaking. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch With Thanks for Colleen Cheesbro’s Tanka Tuesday prompt, this week the words were trouble and game and I chose…
To Thrive
the circus
of would-bes and was
held within
hushed chorus
spilling into each other
in needed trust, begin,
What if it did not mean dominion — Luna
This poem of mine was published on Luna’s Poetry Bar – a lovely project connecting & supporting poets from all over the place. Those reckoning by the tide-shifter’s phase To segment eras into months, years, seasons, We weren’t to sleep the days; to say we forgot Reasons, riot, insurrections, murmurs, rumbles, Torrents volley out…
Creatively Conserving Energy
can we weave the green
amid grey smoke and ashes
to re-root the tree?
I am Zebra
There are stripes
Hidden within
My pale skin,
Zebra stripes
Where the matter of me is stretched thin
Light and dark matter between
Each cell’s loose connections,
Each day my stripes go unseen
By those whose fear casts reflections;
Projections of who they fear themselves to be
As they try to warp and bend my sense of identity,
But their fear is not me.
Children’s Uprising
“I’ve seen smarter cabinets in Ikea”
says a banner outside Westminster;
the young people are gathering
to reclaim their stolen futures,
their words, their actions: poetry,
Do Say
Do say, don’t abate,
unleash that sly stream of hate;
feign each injury
is just advise to cure me.
