A Short Poem

But, perhaps, I wouldn’t.

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This Muffin (Revision)

Two of my most faithful followers stumbled a bit as they read my last post, suggesting to me that revisions needed to be made. Said revisions are posted here.

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This Muffin

This muffin,
laced with lines of sugar
as sweet as a child’s smile,
if forsaken, on a picnic, in the pit
of a sleeping elm’s shade,

will crumble,
between the ivory
of hungry fangs,
bruins that will quit
their porridge for such a treat,

the lost crumbs gathered
by a colony of light,
greedy sprites,
on crystal wings,
humming harmonies

to the music
of their own flight.

This Muffin

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This Muffin

This muffin,
laced with lines of sugar
as sweet as a child’s smile,
if forsaken in the pit
of a sleeping elm’s shade,

will crumble,
between the ivory
of hungry fangs,
bruins that will quit
there porridge for such a treat,

the lost crumbs gathered
by a colony of light,
greedy sprites,
on crystal wings,
humming harmonies

to the music
of their own flight.

Accidentally

As water takes the form of the vessel where it lives, so does my poetry take the form of my day. It is fashioned by what I see, what I experience, as simple as those experiences tend to be. It is fashioned by the time I have to write and, generally, I, like many, possess little free time; therefore, my poems are often short. Finally, my efforts are also governed by my need to write. Yes, I need to write. Happiness tries to elude me unless I am exploring the world that breathes about me with words.

Crazy? Foolish? Perhaps both, but I work with what I am given. At times, I doubt my poetry; it’s simple to be worth much of anything. At times, my doubt means nothing to me and thus I write what and when I can.

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Accidentally

I’ve drizzled
too much honey
on the soft bread;

now, it’s heavy and thick –
like a meadow
where the earth

rests beneath
a gray of rain.