Best Branching Poems

The mind is slowing
I can feel it every day
But I will go on

I go to the shops
What to have for our dinner?
Something will appear

My steps are steady
No one can see the shaking
I can still get by

Quietly, I seek
The comfort of solitude
I can still function

My eyes...

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Someone perusing all the lines I penned
before this century would surely think
I must have signed a contract to produce
just poems with the strictest rhyming schemes!

It seemed my mind was programmed to create
rhymed couplets or a-b-c-b quatrains.
I asked myself then, “Must you always rhyme?
If so, you...

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The bark of my knowing
is rotting away
With grain left exposing
what memory betrays
Those things I pushed outward
 root deeply within
As the oldest of wood
—makes the best violin

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)...

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A more naked light filters through
branching nervous systems.
A fade and shade
seeps into dendritic pathways
shedding forever
falling leaves,
recollections of so many
dissolving
autumnal moments....

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