A Collection of Short Poems III

Poems

 

Nought

If everything is
everything
and nothing is
nothing
and you have become
my everything
then
what am i?

 

Nowhere to Hide
 
The scum always rises
like bubble gum bubbles
a little girl blows
inflating deflating into
hardened chemical rock
joy in simple things
revealing
guck and mud
underneath pearls
clean whites
pinstripes
stripping layers off
hidden life.

 

Late blooming

is to
be expected
from underweeding
o r   o v e r w a t e r i n g
or stints of dry spells
but is preferred to
no blooming
at all.

You

I know you
knew you
now new you
to me always just
you
no matter how much
old, new, adolescent hue
you claim to do
you
are
you.

Collection of Short Poems

Collection of Short Poems II

more by A. M. LAINE

photograph by Simon Schmitt

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