Cinquain And Other Poetry Forms
Symptoms
Ocean
waves to and fro...
Like seashells I only
hear the sloshes of this Covid
earache.
The Memory Unit
Today
she hears Ol' Blue
Eyes. Let her go on then
dancing with her invisible
partner.
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?