Herculean Feats

Afternoon, all. Today does not feel so bad a day. Does not feel so foreign a feeling. This pain will linger a long time, no doubt. It’s up to me to understand it. To make life what it should be. My love will stand strong, keeping me and others afloat. It must. There’s no other option. Without further ado:


Coffee

Peering into the well

Look upon the darkness inside

Smell its aromas

Feel its effects

A distraction

Simply distracting

Ripples in the black

Never sweet, take it back

Drinking from your chalice

Topping up on malice

Down the rabbit hole…

Went little Alice

The Queen of Cosmos peers down upon you

Or up

How can you be sure?

Her eyes Follow you

Issuing an Edict

Listen close

She only speaks it once

Ready for the seance

You speak to ghosts

And they reply

Watch out!

You’re burning the lye

How can you clean up all this mess

Absent any soap?

A Kingdom for a Kiss

Good morning, my most ardent friends and followers. Happy Valentines Day! What better a day to think of ones you love and ones you loved. Hoping nobody is alone today, but if you are, just know I’m thinking about you. Without further ado, I have another poem today that is very special to me. I hope you love it as much as I do.


Valentine

my little dove, so perfect

of my heart, eternal prefect

i look upon you and i see

most beautiful reflection, born as eve

porcelain, glass, and alabaster

i only wish that missing you

could end a little faster

so that you can see me too

emerald eyes and rosy cheeks

looking out at birds with beaks

seeing you in clouds so high

wishing staunchly that i could fly

to see you again

to venture through that dreamy glen

seeing trees

and spying bees

all with you, my little dove

always with you, my forever love

Playing in the Snow

Good morning, everybody! Another wonderful day filled with cold. Good luck to everyone–I hope no one loses power today. I have another little poem today that’s in the spirit of an icy snow day.


Ice man

these fallen timbers

sum of somber shivers

it is very cold out today 

almost makes you want to wish the snow away

silent snow, nothing to say

these cobbled stones

amid avian tones

clocktower. clocktowers. in the distance

ticking. tocking. across the expanse

something, somewhere has put you in a trance

how frigid the sights

how tasteful the noise

something in the rearview bites

acting with spectral poise

hungry for more

but oh so sore

play that fiddle boy

but careful now, that’s no toy

you best hope to bring me joy

Feb 3rd, 2022

Well, today’s my first post. Weird to me to be actually posting these somewhere. I wrote this one this morning while I watched the cold overtaking the street outside.


Nightmares

streetlights hang over freshly fallen snow

it’s quiet, so quiet…

crystal falls, no seeds to sow

there’s something there, can you spy it?

fields of ice and billows of cold

as birds go south

searching for some hand to hold

finding naught but downturned mouth

lying there, asleep at night

frigid, freezing

dreaming, discouraged, with all your might

something seen, not so pleasing

frozen branches

play with windows

missing tranches

and biting wind winnows

legions of little limpid structures

covered street and hiding stone

slipping and sliding at all the junctures

spied through the window, all alone