I hated fractions in school.Things were nice and simple whole;Numbers stood alone or side by side,And even after a divide,They agreed around a point,But fractions fraction wholesome math. A simple give and takeTo Share a base in firm foundationsBalanced like an equal yoke,Like a […]
Author: luke22
Dreams Printing in Sand
I imagine the sun, on my face the wind in my hair then a child squeals near;The bickering sounds and chasing games, “knock it off… don’t go out of sight!”A commanding voice, a voice that knows its mind, confidently heard,Assured inside but with eyes […]
Patron Saints, a Study of Dying Rhymes
I dedicate this humble verse to Saint David patron of poems,whose beating heart rhymes with mine. Perhaps I should dedicate this next line to Antony of Padua,the saint of lost things like this poem that wanders. As a student I would be remiss to […]
Father Figures and Silly Sounds
My dad transforms for children.His rational, practical thoughts cede control to aprimal bear. Perhaps I still remember his iron grasp,and roars, reeling about the living room: Bruza, Buzz, Burr“Ima get-yah!” Grandpop couldn’t stop laughing at toddler me,He would chuckle at who knows what, I […]
A Thoughtless Crime
What if we all lived a life of criminal mystery, not ignoring crime? Examining greasy stains, marking shadows with a chalk outline,Finding meaning in our everyday, mundane, and common things.The color of her hair, the smell of cut grass, and buzzing bees,Could speak volumes […]
A Doves Eclipse
A hairA haunted doe,A shy spooked horse,All know wisdom in running.“Run, flee, before you are caught!”Dark shapes linger in the wings,Racing shadows tied to their tails. Some heed the ostrich,and hide their sorrows from sight. Some like a hyena laugh at the past,calling all […]
A Horizon of Thanksgiving
A horizon, the canvas of possibilities,360 degrees of future waiting for us all.Our desire’s compass points towards dreamsOut there beyond our circle wall. Everyone is headed over a horizon,But in which direction? The wise look for signs left by travelers,our ancestors long past.They beg […]
A Pauper’s Song-bird Bride
Lost in anguish, returningHome to a meal of ash,My stomach a bag of burning,All is forced from my mind like a fast. A sparrow scolded me from heightsAnd mocked my lonely misery.“Where are you headed this dreary nightYou miserable clod, where do you follow […]
Skipping stones with an angel
She sauntered up one fall noon wearing her western boots,Carrying a freshmen grin with hints of a rural rustic agrarian.Tossing her hair, she offered her name enthused, no time to lose,Confidently delighted, assured in procuring another friend.On learning my name, even though it was […]
Little Dove, Know a Heart Grounded in True-Love
Is it possible to love another if you lack the self-love part?If true-love wants the best for loved,Would not love demand “release the dove to a truer heart?”Fly be free my love to firmer ground hereof: A shore in dignity, a home in olive […]
Black Masked song to Marbled White
If a better heart calls on yours let it be, I can but comply;It is well that you should be free of memory, The cherished bride. For if love bears the chest but receives no yes, His heart is freed,To voyage on a darkened sea […]
Never Mind My Mind This Time
Never Mind the time, when you’re visiting long into the nightand can’t snip the strings of staying, the bonds of friendsthey hold on stronger, cementing with the passing years. Never Mind the gaping gaps in our shared memory banks,the deposits slip’s just a formality […]
Day Dreamer’s Sinking Sand
Let this day burn in memory film, etched in silver,Let it sink in peatmoss memory bogs layered with fog,Let it dry in Egyptian spice and sleep under a gilded mask,Let the sun set on blazing waves, rolling over time’s arbitrary line,where celestial sailors bottle […]
Never Jungle
My stars are the crossed shive-lights hanging over an upside-down ageless land,where the trees are thick closed canopies, and the birds are brightlike paradise. Where monkeys howl, and macaws call. My jungle lives near the Marañón and low lakes of the Ucayali. The local “pirates” […]