Poetry

  • puppet

    They are smiling,

    Lips stretched up, with a slight crinkle of their eyes,

    They are listening,

    Nodding along, making hums of acknowledgement,

    They are happy,

  • Take a Moment

    To you

    you who lives among our rainbow hills--

    green one moment

    orange the next

    and always blue in the distance--

    you who lives along a river

    you who lives looking into sunsets

    you and you

  • Summer Camp

    It was supposed to be a beautiful summer day,

    sun shining, birds singing,

    but instead of swimming in the lake or shooting archery on the range we are stuck inside 

  • Did I really?

    You said

    I seemed relaxed.

    Not tense,

    Like I feel,

    Constantly.

    Not curled up into a tight little ball

    Against the world.

    You said 

    I seemed loose.

    I don't feel loose

  • And Nothing Hurt

    The war was over,

    or maybe it hadn’t begun.

    The sky hummed like a sweet lullaby,

    and the fields grew wild with unbothered color.

    Children ran barefoot through puddles

  • Golden

    Golden.

    Glistening in the sunlight.

    The smooth, metallic surface felt too fine to touch.

    Like a perfectly formed apple, round and shiny

    As small as a dollar coin.

    Though it weighed much more than you’d think

  • Guilty Pleasures

    Guilty pleasures.

    I know they are.

    I know I shouldn't.

    I know all this.

    Do I listen?

    No.

    Have I ever listened?

    No.

    Checking the doc.

    Not active anymore.

    Hadn't been

  • Anymore

    I don't know you anymore.

    I learned this

    Today.

    Gone is the silly boy

    As tall as I was

    That purple beanie obsession

    We all shared -

    Tank tops in summer, Crocs all year round,

    Not anymore.