waking up from dawn's
dining table daydream
to the rattle-bang
of mourning doves
trying to fly into
picture-window suns
Tag: micropoetry
delusion
throwing hands
why write poetry at all
when there is the wind
that carries 'hallo hallo'
of the crow, high up in
the cottonwood tree, to me?
i throw both hands away
and reply with the samefalling still
silence falling in white
were i made of sterner stuff
i might sit in stillness outside
until it covered me wholesynaesthesia
your winter taste
in dreamkiss
paints me in din
let this shamble sing
in threes without waking
i never want to leavefeast
paper tiger encouragements
feast on the ghosts of we
entangled in our entitlements
tethered by our broken dreams