she said to the night
i’m alone now and frightened
the night’s voice whispered
age makes us feel alone but
it’s how life’s really traveled
tanka
order confirmation…
thanks for your order
we’ll email you god’s answer
but keep on praying
and don’t forget peter’s verse
the lord’s day ain’t like your day
postponed merit evaluation…
though you grow older
the winds will not change for you
winter winds blow cold
summer’s breath still scorches earth
so few judged upon their worth
when hope fades…
a barren dreamscape
yesterday’s shards under foot
today’s path bloodied
by each step towards tomorrow
pain has become life’s refrain
chromatic word syndrome…
i wonder sometimes
what is the color of words
that some can’t be heard
leaving lips with the same sounds
yet no audience is found
listening to yesterday…
carefully designed
fabricated finest fears
used to build this sphere
that houses all my dreams
and holds each one prisoner
routine treatment…
a child with cancer
parents standing at clinic
residue of tears
beside eyes of desperate hope
that more tomorrows will come
