Cinquain And Other Poetry Forms
What I Remember
Echoes
extend the lives
of footsteps. Between beats
of rain and gunfire, someone plays
music.
Notes From The Garden:
Sunshine
reflected in
its core being: The prized
gift of the flower comes from the
flower.
One More Time Around
Corn maze--
dead ends aren't dead.
Just places to empty
the gold dust from our shoes and start
over
Arborcide
Starving,
the maples skinned
alive. Damaged. Girdled.
Who would want anyone to die
this way?
Anxiety Growth Chart
What if
I miss a day?
How worry journals start
to become the problem I write
about.
Compulsive Déjà Vu
"Nothing inspires cleanliness more than an unexpected guest." ~ Radhika Mundra
Adding
to the chaos,
I declutter myself
with more books on decluttering
myself.