The ants are at the banana in advance of the beneficence of the sun a brown on brown crime as three tribes have extended hungry mandible-tipped spears to carry back the rich flesh within the maws of their concrete oases
that was the start of my day a poem of three elements and me striding out into a cool morning trying to find meaning in the bird song watching the slow then fast elephantine progress of a city bus closing my eyes to avoid the eddy and rush of its passing diesel wind
a mile long walk then I sit down to tea and comic strips trying to discern what to write about today puzzling over a poetical dream and the ornate green fantails that populated the inside of my eyes as I lay down to sleep last night
the soundtrack is espresso machine huff coffee grinder burr and songs from several decades as patrons arrive at the shop, some to take out some to perch for a time and I try to kill my inspiration and do anything but write
distracted by a single song lyric I divert on an hour-long escapade to India fixating on a famous background singer with an eternally sweet voice a film and recording star of the highest echelon hidden from the silver screen I wish I was like her
a few moments from now I will rise on achy feet and walk back home to the dishes and laundry the imposition of family with the doom of profitable work looming on Monday and try to learn from those Bollywood fantasies tear sweetness out of everything I do
a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
At 10:30, Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark, The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark, At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked. Sudden, I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street, exulted
Far away from the world of love, hatred and war There is yet another world breathing silently Thats the world of love we call. There holds no boundaries No caste or creed Its purely emotions swirling freely. No land is
True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.