Poem
This poem can be found in the self-published book, Passion Before Perfection:
Paper bulbs blossom into words.
Each leaf, a splintered thought that broke away
from the mind
that had the strength to plant it.
From idea to invention,
alphabet letters are scattered in the wind and left
to their own development,
having to contend with the jargon, slang and gibberish
that entangle,
and try to force the life,
from meaningful text.
Nurtured, and allowed to grow freely,
pollinated poetry will seed and spread
embedding inspiration
into the fertile beds of brain
that are open enough to allow
the winds of change to pass through.
Driftwood
The following poem was published in The Other Press in October, and can be found in the self-published book Passion Before Perfection:
Firm, streamlined features
caught up in a swirling storm
Branches fall
Chemically induced nature systematically destroys nature
and the broken nails
in the middle of it all
continue to catch on everything
that they can
Perhaps, they too are just attempting to ground themselves
The hail begins to pelt bodies
that would soon welt
All will not be calm this night
Windows shivering
with the fussing gusts
of an angry wind that will not relent
Rain gliding cars outside
reminiscent
of the ocean’s waves
that rolled across my ears
as I drifted off
amongst driftwood
in a tent on the beach
The storms had been subtle then
Now, at full bore
invading sleep
that they had welcomed
before
