Category: Twitter Poems

We wear fine costumes
befitting our status as lords
and ladies; we step out
adorned in fine cloth
that covers our nakedness,
except from those who
see through the finery.

PASSENGER
In the back seat
of the automobile
the air is thick and
sticky; the windows
are stuck closed
and the miles drift by
as slow as a Sunday
drive; most days I
enjoy the journey
but today, I’m just
waiting to arrive.

Was it all you thought it would be?
Did it measure up to the anticipation
you had courted throughout the day
as, first by car and then by plane, you
made your way home?

I’m driving down that southern road
where we met some time ago
when the moon was lifting itself slow
from the eastern edge of the secret sky
and the light was dancing in her eye.

To whom much has been given
so then, much shall be required;
did we bury our gift so that it
became an iron rod that knew
little of justice and mercy and
humility? Shall we reap
the anger we have sown?

The white moon sits high
in the hazy, pastel sky
above the wide plain;
soon it will turn orange
and then yellow and it
will wash over me
and the night will arrive.

The snow, packed onto the mountain,
shines like white steel in the sleek,
spring sun that leads me through
the narrow walls of the pass.

Into the bow of the tree
I carved my name
as deep, as deep could be ,
so she would remember me;

and all was well until
the winds of time
raged against the tree,
and tore its limbs until it fell.

Sometimes, even a single word
That falls from our lips astray,
Becomes the seed that breaks
The rock apart, and cracks a smile
Across the cheerless heart.

Almost forgot the words today
Hardly remembered what to say
Couldn’t think if I had hidden
Anything of worth away.