High on Perfection

High on Perfection

High on Perfection

The prosodist dwells in the literary fountain,
with deep-throated roars of rising anger
splashing through waves of free writing,

fighting against streams of consciousness
reading aloud for foreign stones that trip
his tingling tongue, prying corroded spondees

off the pages, his mouth twisting as he spits
them out with rhythmic pounding, juggling
them with trochees and pure pearly iambs,

soft as lambs.

 

2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 29

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when we returned

when we returned

when we returned

there’s thunder
rising toward heaven
and the children have gone home

rain is falling somewhere
across this sleeping world

the old man writes quietly
in front of the open fireplace

his sweet dreams becoming
clear as he fills the page

when he thinks nobody is listening,
he sings softly about faith and battles

now that we’ve grown weary of
imaginary joy, (we are fools)

we hear things unspoken

it’s only natural that the scent
of his wisdom
lingers on

2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 28

Holding Myself Captive

Holding Myself Captive

Holding Myself Captive

Nothing is holding the death
of our passion at bay in this fog

except the bounce of your laughter.

I kept thinking prayers would carry us home
but I got turned around and forgot
to put down my shield

and unfurl my fist from my heart.

2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 26

Loving You

Loving You

Loving You

Nothing compares
to clinging together
when our hearts

have collapsed
in the middle
of surrender.

 

2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 25

I Have Faith in Us

I have Faith in UsI Have Faith in Us

This time around
I won’t look for answers
in the dust and damp ash—
sometimes ideas are frail flowers.

After reading Corinthians
and begging for love,
you still don’t believe
there’s something waiting
for us.

But I do.

2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 24

Last of the Wild

Last of the Wild

Last of the Wild (A Tanka)

The winter wolves wait.
Hoping for the sleeping rain
without fear or blame.
From Genesis to today
disappearing like frail ghosts.

2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 23