Thin Broth
Almost all of the
Flavor
Was
Boiled out of it.
Like tainted water,
It degraded
The soup
It was supposed to support.
Why does the cook
Still use it?
Maybe in hopes that
It could be a blank canvas.
A Place for Everything
Bowls and cups
In the cupboard
Plates on the
Low shelf
Couch seven feet
Away
Bed in the
Middle
Tools on the
Top of the desk
But where will
The body end up?
Power Lifter
You become one by
Beginning with the rod.
The pebbles you
Attach to it,
Speedily become rocks,
Then heavy stones.
So when do you reach
The boulders?
Sometimes
You might just need to be
A little bit wiser
And older.
Almost Forfeiture
When they opened their mouths
Her heart sank.
When her tiny self
Spoke loudly,
They shouted her down.
When she occupied
Her space
In her own
Special way,
They wrapped her up,
And bade her not to go out.
So she learned to fold and cower to all.
Silk Dress
In the dead of
Summer,
In the floral
Clearing,
Under the gaze
Of the sun,
And atop the applause
Of the grass,
The pastel
And lace
Suited
The natural day well.
The Five-Second Rule
From the time of
The unsealing,
When the decision to
Release the pool
Into the rushing current
Of the river
Of experience
To be received,
To the peak
Of the point,
There better be
The most neat and insightful meaning.
Bare Instinct
The collage of faces
Is only a retreating mirage
Of lives
Outside of their own.
For when their souls
Entered the same space,
Before their minds could
Seek out the identifiers
And determine
If a connection
Is worthwhile,
They had already united.
Blooming Aura
You wouldn’t be able to tell
By the hanging head
And the gloomy eyes
That thriving inside
Is only
The season of spring
When fruits and petals
Can be gleaned
Because the surface,
The one that you meet,
Only shows the showers
That allow the season to repeat
Telepathic Dreams
The only real aspiration
In the mind
Of someone
Who is aware
That constant
Comparison
And
Evaluation
Are immutable facts of life
And thriving involves
Embodying as much of
The mind of the other
