Yanked from the clothes line
The sound a sheet
Becoming thunder.
Lost at last
In old grown forests
And the sound of streams.
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Tag: short poem
Graduation
Like bare branches in the wind.
What a lovely morning it’ll be
With the sun shining.
What an evening to dread,
While we’re graduating,
Far from and free of
Home.
An odd season
A year’s frenzy is over.
Green waves wash,
over resting feilds.
The dull cold speaks-
All poems have their seasons.
Languid
Wipe away your tears,
Reflect in your emptiness.
Clean Paper
A serpent slithered besides me
Demanding paper with every step.
I had plenty I thought,
And gave a page now and then.
Blank paper; what is better
Than to spoil it? So he was fed.
Soon we reached my door
And what monster did I beget
Now slithering across my floor?
Diaspora
Life’s a door
I cannot open
My thoughts are worn
My words are gone.
I come from a place
small and obscure
I can never leave it
I loved the clouds not the skies.
Dream Pillow
I woke to the quiet night,
grabbed my pillow and
shuffled the dreams inside.
Waiting so long
Look back while the morning comes,
Find your face on the mirrors edge,
Ride the moonlight rays,
It rains while you hide in shade.
What’s that, that stays the same?
What’s in playing with your crown?
I’m staring through glass,
So wear the grey before you fade away.
A Sunset Road
The road ahead sprawls under the setting sun,
Half draped in banyan shades, half in orange.
I love the full moon of the cloudy night,
The road an endless serpent; the moon a hidden pearl.
To Fly
Not fully awake,
I dreamt I was flying,
I closed my eyes
And again I was.
