Wednesday, August 05, 2020

Bad Poetry Wednesday


The rocky crown of Arnestine
Sits atop the hill
It looks down on all who gather here
All sick
All ill
With despair or
gout or
ennui or
doubt or
cancer or 
worst of all
I am here
among the others
waiting for a sign from on high
A message that says
"you are not welcome here,
but you can stay"
A respite
A relief
Until another day
Until the crown decides that we should go
Until the powers and the principalities tell us
"get thee to a nunnery."

Tuesday, August 04, 2020

Bad Poetry Tuesday

Meddling Monkey, Busy Ape

He hangs
Hands around a branch
As though it were the most natural thing in the world
Because of course
It is

Monday, August 03, 2020

Bad Poetry Monday


I saw us wandering
Deeper into the smoke and mist 
I watched as we stumbled
On the roots exposed by the storm
You looked back at me smiled before
Disappearing in the vapor 
And I went with you. 

Sunday, August 02, 2020

Bad Poetry Sunday(?)

An Answer for Us All

You and I
We want to know
All the whys and hows
The wherefores and whos
It will change us
Knowledge is power
More data is always better
Non-linear regression
Can we backtrack far enough
to see the moment
The moment where this all began
The moment when you and I first crossed paths in the dark
Eons ago when the first human 
Took our first step
When the first day dawned 
And life began its horrible toil 
And our destiny was locked in stone
Already fossilized and immovable?
What then?
Do you take me for a sponge?

Saturday, August 01, 2020

Bad Poetry Saturday


I walked outside after
The rain stopped falling
While the hot tarry asphalt
Gave its energy to the flood
And the water rose in steamy wisps
Back to heaven 
I walked outside after
The worms began their journeys
Back to the soil 
I walked outside and
The clouds simmered with anger
No longer held back by the weight of their tears
Flushing and terrible to behold
The world below quaking in fear of
The winds of change that never blow quite strong enough. 
Come again another day. 

Tuesday, July 28, 2020

Bad Poetry Tuesday


I got out of bed the other day
Walked to the kitchen 
Ground the coffee beans
Boiled water
And waited as the French press steeped. 
I went to to work
A thirty second commute
I wrote reports
Collected data
And then 
I awoke and got out of bed
Walked to the kitchen 
Swallowed vitamins
Ate breakfast 
And then 
I awoke
And walked to the kitchen 
And worked
And ate pretzels
And lunch
And then
And woke up and went to work
And then

Friday, July 24, 2020

Bad Poetry Friday

The Ancient Grapes

I look around my room
Bed clothes television chair
A dirty dish from last night’s late night snack 
And a wine glass
A thin puddle of deep red still at the bottom

My face is stained with today’s early afternoon 
More grapes but in a different way
Dry Rich and chocolate covered
I want to devour them all
I would like to devour you. 

Thursday, July 23, 2020

Bad Poetry Thursday

The Amphibian Divide

The deafening noise
Chases at the heels of the clouds
Scattering them to the winds
to come again another day

And all that's left 
Under the rain-damp leaves
Is your song

The symphony of your throats
Written just now
Just for tonight 
with themes older than human
but somehow more human than 
The flickering blue glow
That lights the grass
The trees
The ferns
The fences
Emanating from windows
closed and locked

Your cries are not for me.
Your song is brief
Its peak is short
Your song is yours.
Cri de coeur. 

Wednesday, July 22, 2020

Bad Poetry Wednesday Again

Anthracite Becomes Us

In the clouds
Above us
As in the earth below
It waits
With unbated breath
It has time to bide
And flights to catch
One piece at a time
A pie
Mystical and strange
Mist from the ancients
Let's circle back.

Bad Poetry Wednesday

A Multiform Panel

In golden light
At dawn
You see it
Hewed from trees so long ago
Here it is to keep you warm
It glows
A remnant
You see the rings and understand that
This is all that is left
of that spiritual mound.

Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Bad Poetry Tuesday


We let them in
You and I
We welcome them home
After such an absence
Years and years and no word
And then suddenly
Welcome back angst
Good to see you again depression
We have a guest room just for you
What a cute couple they make
I say to you
I wonder what they've been up to?
We can chat with them again tomorrow
And probably the day after that
you say to me.
We are a confederacy of hens.

Monday, July 20, 2020

Bad Poetry Monday


She brushed aside his hand
She said
It is what it is
And coughed
Where's my saltwater?
Where is my thermometer?
She looked around the room
And saw a life of tiny things
Stacked atop each other
And ready to fall
Held together by some invisible force
Stronger than her gravity
Older than her children
And gathered together in bunches at her feet.
Use your inside voices please.

Friday, July 17, 2020

Bad Poetry Friday


I've seen so many shops in my time
Pixels out of place and foreign
The shadows do not match
And colors clash against each other
The foreground and the background are at war
And in the middle of it all
A subject far too small
Too hidden to have hidden meaning
It stands alone untouched
Pure radiation
As though the last defender of an
Abandoned outpost
As though it is saying
"All the devils are here"

Wednesday, July 15, 2020

Bad Poetry Wednesday


We orbit each other
And once a month our paths
Intersect for just a moment
Hands grasping for contact
And then off again into
Interstellar space
I am just another star in your field
You are my mythic comet
Where have all the flowers gone?

Monday, July 13, 2020

Bad Poetry Monday

In Amber

Last night I think I saw your face
Reflected in the mirror as I brushed my teeth
It was just a glance
And when I turned to look
You weren't there.
You never were, of course.
I only always bring you with me in my mind.
You are there to surprise me when
I stub my toe
Or I lay down to sleep
My body calls out
But you cannot answer.
I long to see your face as I remember it.