They don't like me,
But neither do I,
I shield my face from them,
Because I am carefully curated,
Cured like resin,
But soft as snow,
I know what I’m doing,
But inside these walls I don’t feel as home,
I am a child that no one likes,
But the other fact is,
Neither do I,
Neither am I the person they see,
When someone says to envision me,
All I ask is why,
Though I know the answer,
Because neither do I,
And neither will you.
Categories:
resin, 9th grade, snow,
Form: Free verse
The blood of the forest
it's green ... consolidated
hope remains!
The blood of heaven
it's blue ... peace reigns
infinite trust ...
The river runs clear
its blood of life
and remaking ...
But, red is our
blood ... perennial sign
of our struggle ...!
Categories:
resin, allusion, appreciation, creation, extended
Form: Free verse
log truck loaded down
huge pines release resin scent....
red bud's blooms open
Probably a combination Haiku and Senryu
Categories:
resin, nature,
Form: Haiku
Autumn gently grabs the lungs,
squeezes out the resin of summer.
Slaps you back into seriousness.
Rips children from laps
extends silence into issues
invites another ring of fat-
Time to button up living
roll another 4 inches of insulation.
Praying the old motor can handle another season
of less margin for error.
Autumn has risen to eye level.
Ordered sparrow into his beige feather hut....
put poverty at the doorstep of the ice cream man
under damp pointed jewels.
A chorus of wind chimes are shrill
like a voice of metal and ice
winter will quarter autumn
cement its feet into death-
Categories:
resin, seasons,
Form: Free verse