the yoke we bear in time is space, the domain in which we view,
all that's done comes back again, because we chose it to.
when we look even deeper then, again we look some more,
what we thought the weight of the world is really its only door ...
Categories:
mused, age, fate, growth,
Form: Rhyme
sinking deep while shadowed in sanguine slumber
Categories:
mused, peace, silence,
Form: Monoku
I need to write something bright and beautiful. So, I just did.
Categories:
mused, 10th grade,
Form: Monoku
Life was not mused on, merely enjoyed!
No questioning but from silent eyes
Wondrous wide, no more dismal for
Every secret hung in night skies.
When all for Right and Wrong's blurred lined
Distinctions worth making clear
As quick our sprint, for play-border's own
Lit, unlit defined, would appear.
Even as wind with a rainy hand
Was slapping a face I could reveal
Each season's terror was washed away
In the torrent of its appeal!
Categories:
mused, child,
Form: Rhyme
Caren, I see your muse arms fold’n,
scold’n ‘cause pen is out of ink
1/8/2020
Tease a friend
Sponsor: Bobby May
Teasing Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
mused, muse,
Form: Monoku
I dont write poems to be read
I write them to be written
Categories:
mused, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Words
clamor
and curdle
into ripened,
red embolisms
of vulgar syllables
that dam fresh inspiration
with futile, vagrant dissonance.
I diagnose my swollen fingers
as unfortunate strokes of distraction.
Categories:
mused, on writing and words
Form: Etheree
flits on fairy green wings
sits atop my river of dreams
sings & enchants me
tearing torn flesh from my seams
feeding this flood
a unique pattern to rhythm
a blood-fed schism
quenched
by low breaths in the lightess morning
Categories:
mused, art, life,
Form: Free verse