Cinquain And Other Poetry Forms
2024
Gray skies
like November
in an election year,
we vote on the promises of
more lies.
Deep-Fried And Sugar-Coated
So this
is donut day.
What once felt fulfilling
leaves me empty inside, my eyes
glazed shut.
THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN
Censors
suppressing our
journalists are akin
to libraries having their books
removed.
Limestone Hill Trail
Hiking
to the summit,
I find a bench and let
the oak tree's shadow reshape my
journey.
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.