The Shield Over the castle fireplace lays a sturdy but mangled shield The shield is worn, cracked, and scarred Its planks so warped, they look like handholds The wood shield
Tag: poetry
Small circular stars sit and twinkle in the sky; thinking, blinking. The small white sun grows brilliantly turning and growing in the atmosphere red and orange. Visions of arrant ruby
Beyond the Mirror During your time on this planet, while participating in this earth school Remember the days when you looked in the mirror not knowing your own face. You
Boing, boing bounce your lips, your beautiful bouncy trampoline lips Oh to jump through the clouds from those bouncy pouncing lips Better hang – too much torque will fling all
Mistaking the sun for the moon, walking through the crags, we cast rocks into space and grasp at stars. Mistaking burned feet for a lunar glow, bleeding from major and
I was walking after class in the warmth And he spoke to me like old times, it felt so good The world is beautiful inside and out Happiness and hope
Hackneyed words and other commonalties Great Greek God piercing the sky with his lightening bolts Ooggling their goodies with our desperate eyes Cookies stuck to the pan because we didn’t
Taking a simple walk The smell of sand and rocks Uneven terrain, cracked pavement, trampled grass Why walk when you can run? Why run when you can fly? But don’t
My arm is on my lap. I am stuck in a place that has no restraints. I am waiting in a line in a crowded cafeteria impatient and worrisome. Do
Tick, tock; the echo of the clock the chiming, rhyming repetitiously against the hour it’s white elegant face, round and smooth, yet, counting away pleasures steadfastly. The clock reminds “never