Supposing I Said…
Surreal Poetry I take it the granting of wishes line Starts here The squeak sound of cheap soles against Silicone, empty chambers of What was that? You’ve got your three Lined up nicely?...
Tagged: time
Another Renaissance
Haibun Poetry The maple tree by the deck blooms. Small leaves sprout from the tiniest tendril branches growing from her moss-infested trunk. She wasn’t supposed to live this season. Now sparrows perch on...
Portrait — Part III
Poem It’s fate. There’s nothing to grasp — but worn air of a future lapsing. It’s how we mitigate, how we squelch to years, minutes and the hour. It was the drag of...
Seven Years
Short Love Poems After seven years As our cells have changed over Cocoons were shed As emotions shifted Changed Altered We knew then we’d never again be The ones the other fell in...
You Can’t Drive A Dashboard
Free Form Poetry I don’t know what to do The rest of my time here will Spend its last times floating through Doorways, calling out facts and figures to Those who could care...
It Is All About A Choice
Poem When seven is early and eight is late, I came to Ninasam and got it straight. There are some places which make you feel like a clean slate. When seven is early...
Magic Carpet
Rhyming Poems On a carpet design depicting all time with detail so fine it escapes the eye, and colours so bright, the surface shines, but as years go by the carpet fades. Although...
Not Too Many and Not Too Few
Poem Trying to lightly find connection by trimming the tree of lost affection Cut too deeply with a desire for more Hurts and pulls the roots from the core Continue to trim those dying...
Diminishing Time
The signs of age appear for the first time I am faced with physical restrictions that will only deteriorate from here Dulled pains making me irritable altering my states of mind making me say...
Cup of Tea, Cup of Coffee
Haibun Poem Eighteen years earlier across the pond, a cup of hot Earl Grey tea. Hot bitter-sweetness spreads out from the first sip. Daylight fills the living room through cream curtains. The hum...
