Poems of the Month

Timer2010-07-31
At eight o’clock he has his breakfast

partakes a light lunch at noon

at eight in the evening he downs his lonely supper

one morning he strikes the clock

with the hammer and in his new found freedom

he starves to death                    

May the 1st2010-07-31
On May the 1st a greedy sun floods

the plaza as patisserie owners

bring out chairs  umbrellas

small tables  placing them in rows

like cursed soldiers on duty

or burial plots in the cemetery

and suddenly you realize  the bodies

are missing  the ones for the chairs

and others for the graves                    

Honeycomb2010-07-31
Prairie order in diaphaneity

a hamlet simply lined

under sky-lobe holding off 

rain from arduous soil  the tractor

incapacitated in rusty dreams

vast corn fields competing 

with mustard flowers  yellow

and darker calloused hands

can not break bread without 

aching reminders of day

harshness with a single sun

reigning with undivided attention 

over man or beast or thirsty

field of ravenous scavengers

feasting on everything dead                     

Ache2010-07-31
What you never realized

though had great dreams about it 

creates a void in your heart

like the emptiness an urn leaves   

when taken off its stand

air filling that void 

replenishes the form of a new urn

not different from the original 

only more transparent and

mostly aching in absence 

like your heart aches for the dream

you never turned into reality                     

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