Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Turning to Straw

Having passed the point of productiveness,
the little cog can no longer offer herself as grain
but chaff--
a reed floating to entice the grasp of a drowning man.


Yeah, a little esoteric. Look up the origin of "grasping at straws" if you want to better understand the inspiration behind this one.

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Waiting on the Dog

Standing in the morning cold
more than half asleep,
I’m startled by the screams of a cross-eyed crow
demanding that I write
and not crawl back to nightmares.

Anticipation of Summer

The diamond sleeps beneath
a blanket of unmarred snow
as empty bleachers bask in the late winter sun
longing for cheers
and the crack of a bat.

Clawing at Sanity

Frantically searching mental corridors
for safety,
I scream silently
clambering away from the determined echo
of hallway heels and the boogeyman's pocket watch.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

An Angel Decended

Through sixteen inches
in blizzard conditions,
a middle-aged woman
with a worn plastic shovel is
unexpectedly
met halfway by a young neighbor
digging his way to her door.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Punched In

There is an underlying static--
a hum
in the semi-silence of an early morning corporate office.

An occasional rustling of papers,
the clicking of keyboard keys,
a cough from a few cubicles over...
but the hum pervades--
constant,
insidious,
and unnatural.

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

da mihi virtutem Deus

Another 2 a.m.
and the demons drag me from my sleep.
Back buckling from the burden
of bearing witness,
I force myself to find water--
a vain attempt to quench
the insatiable thirst
for rest.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Nefarious Needle [Butterfly Cinquain]

Some words
slyly offered
from both sides of the tongue
strike cold without provocation
to kill.
Knowing its victim will succumb,
the hateful nettle waits
for the first drop
of blood.

Monday, March 6, 2017

Sunday Breakfast

Dishes clatter
adding accompaniment
to the cacophony of conversation
as a favorite waitress waves
and the hostess gently rubs my back in passing.

Savoring scrapple
and a second cup of coffee,
I sit softly smiling
surrounded by this extended family of strangers.