Best Pruned Poems

Half winged images
hopeless
of flight
believing
insufficient
to bestow
delight
Fluttering in shadows
reluctance 
to fly
disgraced
and shameful
reticent
to try
Hesitant to soar
averse
to fail
distraught
and untrusting
of what
may avail
Pruned not severed
capable
of aviation
when joined
together
and merely lifted
from isolation
11/9/17...

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Are we going to be pruned now like limbs left exposed naked to the elements?*

He is just a simple man
born and raised in middle America,
loves God, country, family and apple pie,
but raising his voice in public,
in Constitutionally protected
free speech, to protest Marxist idiology
taking over his...

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In the silence of my mind...

stands the tree of reason...

Baring fruit, food for thought...

Pruned the root of understanding...

Tireless autumn leaves fall free...

Like flares of seasoned knowledge...

In the silence of my mind...

stands the tree of reason...

In pruned root...

...the seed I find...

In the silence of my mind...

...stands...

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There is not long before the severing of all.
Sheared off in bloom the rose will fall,
Crushed underfoot, on life’s stone walk.

The moments left to bloom are prized ones still,
Split-second, flowering!—until
Black snipping scissors clip life’s stalk....

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