Friday, March 11, 2016

Cattail Jester- Three Poems

Wash Away

I marvel
as my feelings roll
away, a heat
in my gut

What I was
has been washed
away and made

Like a bittersad


I'm looking inward
again, not speaking out,
not wanting to hear
my own words now.

I'm trying to be quiet
and absorb
the earth, but the noise
of builders and racket
of breakers tears
apart my silence.

These Days

These days, the cars
are faster.  We all hop
on the electric grid.
We grin at each other
without knowing
we are just baring our
These days we are
not what we wanted
to be.  But we've settled
for products instead.

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