A week of poems #6: Inertia

Resin turns to amber,

Water becomes ice,

Inertia drums like thunder,

lightning never strikes.

The anchor isn’t moving

And bottled spirit’s brewing.

What drags, weighs down,

and tears do ground.

Patience sours to anger,

Silence has its price.

Just help me with this anchor,

And raise sails to sky.

But silence is the sound,

That more than often’s found.

Instead inertia’s brooding,

And we end up déja-viewing.

A week of poems #5: Coffee

With coffee sans sugar,

I hear clearly with vigor.

The melody of bean

Sum foam choir, harmony serene.

Morning coffee wakes a brain,

And ears listen clearly,

Day is here, song is just beginning.

Sound off the drums and rise up the singing.

Dark tones of truth

Smoothed over with creamy smiles.

Grant us morning coffee,

So we may function if for a while.

A week of poems #4: Ring

Infinity dances in the ring.

On it a smile is etched.

Embedded in steel and love,

The ring turns ahead.

Twirl and spin

As it blurs from within.

A step here careens then yonder

As matters at hand one does ponder.

So with love in hand

With a dance and a twirl

I see a world of love

As the ring is awhirl.

 

A week of poems #3: Raise thy glass

The clarity of cut glass.

The shield of my vision,

A pen in hand, a cutlass,

I wield with purpose and a mission.

I slice through paper,

With my finely sharpened sabre.

The dragon of the white valley,

Falls prey to an inspired volley.

Launch the nouns,

Send the verbs,

Ambushed thoughts...

Release the words....

RELEASE THE WORDS!!!

Slash and stab

Cut and maim,

These words are sent with deadly aim.

The valley is ours,

It says so on paper.

Victory is clear,

Now I’ll sheathe for later.

A week of poems #1: Smoke and glass

Emanation imagination,

I see half blind.

Eyes rest in laurels,

While the glass keeps smoke at bay.

I can see clearly that I cannot see.

Blurred and fogged,

Lost and found,

Magnified and enhanced.

The balance of smoke trembles,

Wherever it wants it will go.

For a second its thoughts are jumbled,

Before deciding to rise like soul.