The town pond was drained,
revealing minnows
wriggling in the residual water
they milled and turned
in silvered arabesques
choregraphed by a rippling wind.
Large ocean-going gulls
descended out of a troubled sky,
they walked among the writhing small fry
plucked out the little fish
employing just the tip of their great beaks
as if sensible of the delicacy of such morsels.
Dark clouds foretold a storm,
strange but the gulls did not fly off
to feast on Lake Erie’s plentiful bounty,
they lingered here on this little pond
like diners at a buffet
skewering only these bitsy sprats,
while squalls fermented the Great Lakes
and much bigger fish flew unmolested
through those high cresting waves.
Little ponds it seems,
do not at all mirror
the courage of the free.
Categories:
skewering, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Pond was drained,
revealing umpteen minnows;
they wriggle in the residual water
turning in silvered arabesques
choregraphed by a water-rippling wind.
Large ocean-going gulls descend out of a troubled sky,
they walk among the writhing small fry
pluck out the little fish
employing just the tip of their great beaks
as if sensible of the delicacy of such morsels.
Dark clouds loom foretelling a storm,
strange but the gulls do not fly off
to feast on Lake Erie’s plentiful bounty,
the linger here on this little pond
like diners at a buffet
skewering only these unseasoned sprats,
while squalls ferment the Great Lakes
and bigger fish fly freely
through the cresting waves.
Categories:
skewering, poetry,
Form: Free verse
To love and be loved back is one in a million
To have this and spoil it is so so painful
The pain stays, beyond the death of love
And to watch her move on, without bringing you along
Makes you want to open your mouth and close it on a bomb
When she talks to others it pains and pains
Then when its finally your turn you don’t know what to say
All because of the skewering emotions, stirring inside
The urge to cry
The need to cut
The longing of death
All because you aren’t as close as they are
But she says we have something, how can this be
When we are face to face, I sweat to speak
Because she isn’t mine
A masterpiece loved you, but you just didn’t have enough
JD, I played the fool
Categories:
skewering, lost love,
Form: Free verse