Norman Doors confuse and are begging to be pulled… pushed?
Tag: #napowrimo
wave goodbye
Great Waves of contradiction meet in foam, the after-spray falls cool and wet on your face.
wrong turns?
I now own my road
And revel in its
redemptive reality.
And that will make all the difference.
Nailing the Nailer
Nail me. I’ll nail it.
beyond the blue
It’s good to get rid of the darkness.
validated
Today I live and stand in my own story.
postmortem
I do miss the antediluvian remarkbut you still nailed it. the PBS pedagogues, too.I like the switch around original way … More
just baggage
Laughter – just baggage
means to an end
trust the poem just to say what it wants.
playing around
good for your brain like music.
The Messenger Project
A plan was hatched. A true “chicken or the egg?” scenario, if you think about it.
the natural
Mary Oliver is my girl. always my muse.
emboldened
about the practice of doing.
lost in translation
repeated efforts,
demands, to get
accurate translation
all in vain.
chicken little?
I fear you’ll think
that I’m not sane
my brain in pain
Three Stars
I admit the possibility of a system issue on my end.
nightmare
Frogs, fingers,
“we only want you”
this poem becomes a witch’s brew
detestivity
stick in the mud!
I accept your derision.
lifehill
“There’s no chairlift in sledding!”
I shout to the lighthearted in skis.
Envious? Likely.
VIRUS
Reality is a harsh mistress.
She seems straight-up at first
but then she throws a curve
and a sharp angle. Downward.
