They can be observed, suspended in air
for miles around, the tiny figures
dancing across a wire, poised between
the bulbous royal blue spheres
(a man told me once how he moved on
from the loss of his wife by writing
her name on a balloon and letting it go)
All is fine and well for walkers until
a sheer wind rose through, the barest
turn and, seconds later, chutes opened
skydancers dropping to some safety.
Sow a seed
Plant a tree
Water and soon
Reap the growth
Leave it be
Fend for self
Watch the weed
Cocoon
A
Tree
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Dedicated to Wildflower’s.
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Renee’ Drummond-Brown, is an accomplished poetess/writer. She is a graduate of Geneva College (CUBM) with experience in creative writing. She is working on her fourth book and has numerous works published globally. Her love for creative writing is undoubtedly displayed through her very unique style of poetry. Renee’ is inspired by Dr. Maya Angelou, because of her, Renee’ pledges “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!”
So you think your sage reflections
will cement your reputation
throughout the ages. Indeed,
as far as your ego is concerned
your place in posterity is guaranteed.
Yet your wise words will not save
you from the grave nor the verses
that you craft be anything more
substantial than your own epitaph.
And no-one can deny
That love is more tedious than lies
Seeing the mirror of the third
When fearing time’s cries
Creates behaviour a mind can’t stir
I have slowed in my swagger to find
That death cannot ever ride
The waves of its occidental sea
The nut-strewn road and its cavalry
Refine lust and its plans.
Coins in hands work for a life
And regal banks are sworn
Dead by a majesty of man-and-wife
This thurible holds intense
Incense; so too, starved tears
Weep from their command
A mute space sears the bent
Cities are altogether shent
And no-one can deny
That love is more tedious than lies
The blind fo’csle inside this brain
Must swear till death dies?..
More at https://www.jamesbellamy.org/.
There’s nothing to do or say
it’s no one’s birthday today
no one’ll come out to play
there’ll be no presents or cake
there’re no party favors to take
‘cause it’s nobody’s birthday today
No party games to play
no piñata’s gonna sway
no ice cream, cream soda, candy
no pretzels, nuts, no pecan sandy
it’s no one’s birthday here today
I’m gonna go home right a way
‘cause I no longer wanna stay
I’ll go home and read a book
figure out something I can cook
until it’s someone’s birthday someday
Indigestion from too many French desserts: the wrath of crepes
A sun kissed morning,
the love lightens
the limitless sky as it rises
and the rays as ribbons
of light and color
fall slowly from the sky,
silently a flower blooms,
the birds excited,
mountains touch seas
that bathes the soil.
Undeniable miracle.
More at https://twitter.com/AKarpouzos.
1.
Better not try
To impress
With your sorrows
Life has few hollows
To be empty
2.
Your promises are leaves
In a forest deciduous
Fertile in fall
Otherwise green
3.
If memories were governed
By demand and supply
Market forces I mean
All geniuses could be ordinary
All histories linear
since they are not
Meanings can be metaphors.