I've been asking my small group of reader's how I could improve the blog and I've got a steady streaming request to see some of my poetry. I'm not usually public about such artistic flirtations, but some how, I'm mustering up the courage to post.
These two poems were written this spring and are particularly fitting for this blog.
oo
Struck by culture wars,
no words escape without a bow,
to one side or the other.
I refuse to engage in a war with words.
The wall the fence
The fence the wall
Nargella hookah falafal hummus!
Stop shouting at me,
political binary.
I refuse to engage in such division.
Flower Press
Pressed between
home and society
we are told to riot.
But the butterfly whispers
to fluttering eyes,
"exasperate my neck,"
refute.
Fingerprints ravage our touch,
Rushing the pulse of home,
that refuses to pass.
These two poems were written this spring and are particularly fitting for this blog.
oo
Struck by culture wars,
no words escape without a bow,
to one side or the other.
I refuse to engage in a war with words.
The wall the fence
The fence the wall
Nargella hookah falafal hummus!
Stop shouting at me,
political binary.
I refuse to engage in such division.
Flower Press
Pressed between
home and society
we are told to riot.
But the butterfly whispers
to fluttering eyes,
"exasperate my neck,"
refute.
Fingerprints ravage our touch,
Rushing the pulse of home,
that refuses to pass.
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