Spring Abortion Poems

My Land

This is my land. 
I will cultivate, love, and cherish my land. 
I will choose when Spring will come, 
I will choose my own...

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The afternoon's a fire, but my head still frozen to the pillow.
The fan blows soft and I lay softer.
Without a signifier I'll get up for...

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It started with a little glance
He noticed my face was flushed
I beg him for forgiveness with my lips
Eager emerald eyes gave me away
I purposely waited...

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A love letter not published.

I'm old now, was old ten years ago, but less in years than at present, and not too old for warm
a...

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When you and your wife visited,
you shared a question asked by a pastor
of a raped
and thereby pregnant
vulnerably young and questioning parishioner.

"If your unborn child survived
his...

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Addicted to Love

I am addicted to you 
sweet child. 
You made me laugh, 
from your first smile
to the first time
you called my name. 
Nothing from...

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Endless Thirst

The world is shaking, 
but I am not. 
The world is afraid, 
but fear, 
feeds itself... 

The sky is blue, 
and the clouds are...

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Variant Seasons
David J Walker

I
Indecision has never been 
my intention

My lifes work summed up in 
short sentences 

I greet the morning sun 
head-on

and about-face to the...

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Scrawny roots dried out by the harsness of daily life.
This is the only ones I have to feed us with because of
   ...

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Jars
Jagged remains 
jars of jagged broken glass 
youth swims into the past 
the end of spring 
the start of wages 
earned in the meager life...

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Kaleidoscopic optic, nervous eyes;
Blinking disbelief while dropping 
Moisture-laden kisses.

Each one misses.

Sorrow such an individual thing.
Truth be said, 
There are places that it cannot go.
We cannot...

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The peaks of buds blossom, 
Into soft pink, white petals
Cascading onto the wetted bed, 
Like a swan dancing in sunshine. 

The moss on the pebbles...

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A childhood cradled in a mother’s arms. 
Like a sunrise aglow with hope and promise,
Nudging us to awake, our spirit charms. 
Bringing life from soil...

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Remember again how you use to skip Stone and watch the ripples just find their way to possibility's reach?
Conjoined concentric rings following after each other...

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Howls 


The wolf howls
An innocent, painful cry
Mocking the lamb
Soft is it’s wool
Grass is in its mouth

Deception in its eyes 
Lies, despised  
Cold as winter’s...

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