Acertain Ratio

hard pillow soft sheets
awake for hours

listening to Eno songs
about airplanes and flowers

my mind
wanders
to pi(e)

Melting

after the thaw
where once there was snow

what's yet to be born
and what's died below

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Memento Vivo

being is now

not is later


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moving through rippled tunnels

linking meaning to words

through symbols

we transcend

this mortal

coil

long title for a short poem about the future of life on Earth

we'll be grateful

if the robots

enjoy

antiques



*Each day in February I will try to post a poem to take part in A Month of Poetry.

Economics of Scarcity

with a surplus of joy

each crack can be filled

with squandered beauty


*Each day in February I will try to post a poem to take part in A Month of Poetry.

Terrain

not what you say
but how you say it

I ask for metaphors
you give me maps


*Each day in February I will try to post a poem to take part in A Month of Poetry.

Still Looking

what you lost can't be found here

but this is where you search

because you think there's more light


*Each day in February I will try to post a poem to take part in A Month of Poetry.

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I told you
before the ship went down

that I was
already drowning


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I climb the pillars
and undo the heavenly hatch

let's pretend
it's not too late

to die young
and leave a beautiful corpse



*Each day in February I will try to post a poem to take part in A Month of Poetry.

Drifting

i am a river

you are a pond

i wish

we were

an ocean


*Each day in February I will try to post a poem to take part in A Month of Poetry.

A Scam By Any Other Name

"Poetry is like fish: If it's fresh, it's good; if it's stale, it's bad; and if you're not certain, try it on the cat."

-Osbert Sitwell


Here is a poetry site for people without cats.
Here is what some people are saying about it.

Sunday at St. Stephen's

the sand leaks out

minute per minute

it mixes with ashes and dust


this hole in her soul

she tries to fill

with cigarettes and Jesus

Flowers, Music, Poetry

Flowers

If I were a painter
I would draw you the sun
shine it over meadows
and grow you painted sunflowers.

Music

If I were a singer
I'd sing to you about light
fill the silence with sounds
to compose a harmony of hearts.

Poetry

If I were a writer
I'd write for you
these letters of love.


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To those in love, have fun celebrating Valentines Day.
To those who are single, may you and your hand of choice have a lovely evening also.

Treadmill

my body

made hard by motion

by time made dust

Ode to Honey

eucalyptus honey

one taste won't do

koala, hungry for you

Found Art

A sheet of paper was found by the lake. This is what was written on it:

"A man sits on a bench by the lake. He writes on a stack of papers.
When he finishes writing on a page. He lets the wind take it away."

The Autumn Sky

sitting by the water and thinking of you
rose bushes wilting under the autumn sky

a couple plays chess on a picnic table
their game again may end in a draw

moments of sunshine, but the nights are cold
as rose bushes wilt under the autumn sky

Helpful Advice

Don't forget to breathe.

6 AM Eternal

they fly through the dark of my space
their shadows swoop down upon me

instead of sleep
I've settled on madness