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Category: Free Verse
Most everything that isn’t a haiku or tanka falls into this category lately. Subject to change, of course.
Heart of Stone
Her heart of stone
Sedimentary rock
Made of pressure
Upon layers of
Heartache and
Pain
A Cold Overnight
Each cough
Self conscious
Creating disturbance
Where peace
Should reign
And then think
Of the germs
Launched forth
Looking for a
New host.
Pablo Neruda
Neruda’s poems
Make my heart sing
His words echo
Through my soul
We learn more by listening then by talking
We are quick to speak
So often finishing
Sentences of others
Missing details of,
Well, everything.
By rushing, everything
Is slower.
Reality often is
Counterintuitive, I guess.
Slowing, focusing, listening,
Focusing on that listening
Listening to UNDERSTAND
Not only more productive;
Relationships built.
Insecurities
My
Insecurities
Drag
Down
My
Soul
Evening Music Plays
The saxophone plays
I picture women, dancing
With suit clad men
Echoes from the Beats
And their Bebopping
Friends
Passion and Tranquility
Some draw
Strength from
Passion
Others from
Tranquility
Both are not
Only valid
But critical
The old ways
There’s something
To be said for technology
But there’s still beauty
In pen and paper
Depression’s Brutality
Feeling failure
As i lack
The adoration
Of millions
Since i don’t
Possess a legacy
Where the future
Will study my relics,
A sense of reverence
Seeking proximity
To my memory