I tried an experiment today. I wrote six short stream-of-consciousness type poems as the day went on. The first two were written yesterday, but the second one got rewrote a bit, and then today, others came and went – and the last one was done during a thunderstorm. It was fun to play with tryingContinue reading “For Solstice 2021”
Tender is the lightas it swirls lazy dust motesthrough the once attic windowshining on what is left:rusty knob and tube wire,unnamed ancestorsin a musty shoebox,candle figurinesmelted by summersteddy bears succumbingto mold from rain and snowthrough the fallen-in roof.All left for salvageby squirrels who take whatis useful for nestsnature unjudginghumans not returningmemories unclaimed.