Tag: poem

Asphalt River

Leaves begin to scatter—

scraping across the asphalt.

The sound of a river

coursing through my street.

Swirling

Churning

Ebbing with the wind

I wish I can toss my memories into the current

but they will eventually

find their way back to me.

 

On Display

Armed with a grey scale of thought,
my eyes bleed magenta.
I’ve felt the warmth in blue,
burned by the intensity of white,
misled by red,
questioned yellow—
yet I remain
translucent to anticipation
in display for the eyes of the world

Pancakes

Pillows of cut
bananas and assorted berries
adorn the mattress of batter
Warm and conforming 
a satin sheet of syrup
evenly spread
from the comfort of my bed.

The Write Dilemma

Starting at the end,
only circling back again.
Now, where to begin?