Red sky over Homs
A faint riffle, a stirring
Of late summer breeze
Among the searing flesh
And the fly benighted airs
A brief hope of relief
From the deadly heat.
Meanwhile, over Damascus
The whiff of colonial pasts
Damascus
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Category Archives: Poems
What if Emily Dickinson attended a writing workshop?
Such a lack of discipline, Emily! But you seem to have some talent…
Reblogged from Writers Write. Enjoy!
Carpe diem
In response to Carpe Diem prompt, Special#54.
Eat your fill, my friend
When life departs your body
It is the worm’s turn
Joker
This poem is in response to prompt #18, “losing control,” by Mindlovemisery.
Walking the forest path
Sunlight glittering
Rain spattered leaves
Clouds gracing a sky like silk
Suede logs bounding
Splat! On my butt
Mother nature is such a card
God’s fate
God was in one of his moods
Lightning seared the mountaintops
Bilious gases erupted in the seas
The earth opened and swallowed cities
Whole
Sacrifice a son? For what?
For that pathetic string of snot
Befouling my blue pearl?
Fate, serene, unmoved
Merely kept her gaze
Focused on the navel
Of heaven and earth
You banished them from their birthright
Sent them tumbling, willy-nilly
into the blackness
Of their own hearts
Into deathless ruination
Now some part of your immortal spark
must suffer anguish and die
Alright, alright!
But I’ll make the bastards pay!
exiles child 