poetry

Hope

Floret

Sown by the sun

Rays above and below

Snuff out gloom, whisper promises

Of Spring

Taction
Friction
Fashion
Passion
She limps on with taction friction pains
Even still her fashion passion reigns

You want me to be
someone, something I am not.
I can’t unravel
a thread from cloth when it is
inherent to the fabric.

Image credit: Drape by geoectomy @ DeviantArt.com

Boys of Summer
We welcome you back!
Pick your pitch,
Give it a whack.

Complete the cycle
With a grand slam homerun,
Beat on the Royals
100 to 1.

Pitch lights out then
Turn a double play.
Let’s go Tigers!
It is Opening Day!

Restless demons
Rattle their cage
Gnash savage teeth
Demand release,
Weary sentry
Resolve worn thin
Grants their pardon
And damns us all.

Image, Caged Hell, courtesy of spoofdecator on DeviantArt.com