The room was still when Power knocked—
not loud, not proud, but sure.
The Chair sat waiting, velvet-backed,
untouched, and made to endure.
The walls had yet to learn the weight
of promises unkept.
The carpet, clean—untrampled still—
knew nothing of secrets swept.
The pen was full, the desk was clear,
the seal uncracked, unswayed.
The nation watched, and History
leaned forward, unafraid.
And then—he entered, took a breath,
sat down without a sound,
and all the ghosts who’d come to sit
began to gather ‘round.
Categories:
uncracked, 9th grade, absence, america,
Form: Free verse
STORIES IN POTTERY
Bluebirds above the azure lakes
Burleigh cups - willow pattern trees in gold leaf -
Once with mashed Sichuan oolong,
And on their side plates, shortbread tiffin,
While nephews in white laughed loudly and played tennis on the lawn.
George V Silver Jubilee mug and plate (1910-1935)
Found by slum clearance machines
In a small kitchen overlooking the slipway at Wallsend -
The mug was dropped once and chipped
On the stone floor, toasting the returned Mauretania -
The plate was never used again,
The Mauretania was never used again.
Chipped but uncracked ; dust coated, but loved.
Shapes and pictures that hold more than hot tea.
Saucers deep and smooth, or shallow and scalloped
With painted delicate petals.
With oolong long cooled,
Cups with flared bell-mouths buried
Under crumpled newspaper stuffed
In soapboxes advertising Daz flakes
Categories:
uncracked, memory,
Form: Free verse
innocence
that inherent quality that shines forth for all to perceive -
innocence that begs of nievety
uncracked by the jagged edges of a life well used (or not)
innocence
a way of being that somehow I aspire to
innocence in the face of the all knowing
give me the simple life (it's easier)
innocence
endearing to those who are aware of this quality perhaps
innocence
usually found in infants and children
can also be found
where you find it.
Categories:
uncracked, upliftinglife,
Form: I do not know?