The Last Goodbye | Mary Bone
My bittersweet thoughts
of our last goodbye,
still brings tears
to my eyes.
The last dregs of coffee,
the end of a performance,
one last encore
in our own blue sky.
thought poems
Reject | Mary Bone
A thought was captured,
rodeoed and lassoed
into submission.
The thought sat awhile-
Later, it was rejected.
My History Succinct | Kenneth Vincent Walker
My history is
A part of me
For it has made
Me who I am.
My reality is
Never far from
Me. I can grip it
With my hands.
My fantasy is
What came to me
When I imagined
Fully that I can.
My sanity is what
Separates me from
A world that I can
No longer stand.