One day, a trout approached a fly,
and, giving her a hungry eye,
said, "I just came to take a look",
but I must tell you, with a sigh,
that, sadly, some fishes baldly lie,
and this one caught a treble hook.
Categories:
baldly, fish, humor, insect,
Form: Rhyme
Beneath a callused skin of light
the hunched and mustered
clap a prayer between a leaking sight.
It is the earth that mourns itself,
whether baldly thrown or loamy laid
the silent soil repaints its sullied shrouds
far beyond any atoning sorrow,
or cooling heart.
It is none but a laboring pity
to lay down the past
as deep as a weeping sky allows
or raise a hand only to tamp down
a new-turned mound.
Restless are the skewing worms
ever churning a blood-born mud,
eyeless they cover the once begotten,
cloak a hard pressed present and loss.
as the missing
deafly retreat beyond our ken.
Hear now the trilling birds,
how they far-fling their buoyant hymns,
see how they hop between their own bones.
Categories:
baldly, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The lyric deft and yet bereft, its logic baldly doffed:
an heir in err, a progeny ‘twas not untimely off’d.
In aggregate, the follicles that sprout the facial hair,
protrude a plain that’s primed for pain, as microbes nestle there.
To mow the glade with steely blade creates a field of woe;
the pain-free knight, his own mote smites, so mites midst hair might grow.
Categories:
baldly, nonsense, silly,
Form: Couplet
Shall we be carried away like fish,
or a bird scooped up from a pond of sky?
Will winged creatures of mythical belief assemble
at one synaptic point, just for each sudden death?
Will we go hot and heavy,
or coolly into the flowing bright,
or into both darkness and light
carried by one nose or ear hair,
or a blood drained toe,
baldly bawling or sweetly serene?
Perhaps departing tethered to a rippling back,
between silver moth wings singed
with a fiery transcendence
as we scorch through astral drapes?
The cold side of the moon may open
as a pure Day-Lily; a clerking ghost
busily writing our years of last words.
At pieces or peace among the white satin lining
of funeral flowers we will either appear or disappear,
once more boxed snugly in
against infinity.
Categories:
baldly, poetry,
Form: Free verse
my eyes see you
…my heart does not
intellect and memory
say you are someone I love
grappling for my feelings
empty hands baldly stare back at me
scraps of myself
scattered to the wind
crows pluck and carry pieces away
disassembling me
depersonalization or derealization
I wander between two deserts
how did I land here
…will someone please tell me
which way to the exit
silence answers with clean white pages
in rising numbness
I am lost
an ocean washes through me
forceful waves steal my essence
leaving only skeletal ribs
where once stood a person
now a vacuous riddle
Categories:
baldly, imagery, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
To Baldly Go...
My ‘flowing locks’ no longer flow
They’ve all gone where I don’t know
In my mirror is a sight I hate:
That of my sadly balding pate
Follically challenged, to us the PC expression
Does nothing to alleviate my depression
At the lack of what was once there:
Beautiful shiny, lustrous hair.
Once lost it cannot be replaced
And the sad truth has to be faced
However I much I wish to not be hairless
It is the truth, nevertheless.
I guess I’ll have to count the cost
Of replacing what is lost:
Go out and find the price to pay
Of a realistic-looking toupee!
Categories:
baldly, hair, humorous,
Form: Couplet