Achene Poems

Our love is akin to that of the sunflower to the sun,
When my aureate prismatic sunrays splurge from my gun,
You open up your silk golden yellow petals,
Just to get smooched by the warm spangling rays.

Your ability to orient yourself to...Read More

If dreaming came like a bowl of oxygen would you inhaled with me one breath at a time
Check please this time money is obsoleting take context for meaning one drink please
 Catering of ice man on the moon this one...Read More

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At peace perhaps too much
a fine Spring rain
we seek news from the desert or capitol
of those who have dedicated their lives to losing their lives for us
adventurers, ancient honor, land runners
this campaign a must to advance one's career
a war president...Read More

Out of maple trees comes the samara.
Like a little angel, the seed takes wing.
On summer days in North America,
carried by the wind is this little thing.
Ever so gently, it is gyrating.
I watch each achene spiral to the ground.
In great numbers...Read More