
–photo by me

–photo by me

barely a seed
it starts deep
in your soul
it springs up
and blossoms
quite out
of control
it zigs
and it zags
shuffling into
some verse
and it bleeds
on your paper
for better
or worse
it may be
an epic
or just
home
sweet
home
whatever
you write
you’ve been
used by
a poem
(orig. post 12/16)

staccato gunfire
erupts in the war between
ants and woodpeckers
–photo by me

i would love to walk
among the woodland creatures–
they all run away!
i can’t help but feel ashamed
that i terrify them so

–photo by me

a thousand years have passed again
and thus the comet nears
the priests prepare a virgin lass
and now the god appears
they play together in the sun
he looks into her heart
and finding what he’s looking for
he bids their ways to part
the comet circles ’round the sun
the god soon disappears
for men have been found worthy of
another thousand years