Short Poems
Short poetry. Nothing else in common here. Not all of these are very accessible…or very good.
Drop
A moment in time.
A microcosm of existence.
A microscopic war
of many cells and creatures.
High stakes.
Several moments.
Several lifetimes.
One reaches out to another asthey splash across the ground.
If I had to do it all over again…
I would have aimed a little lower
so the bastard would suffer.
There I trace
a hesitant, wavering outline
of myself
now and again thrusting boldly
now and then standing coldly
pushing against an imagined boulder
stretching out that I don’t moulder
to grow.
There I trace
Not to define myself—I know that—
but to change.
When I was young
I used to want to be in the cockpit of an X-wing
But it’s not really a game
Once you meet people from other side.
From JoMoWriPoShoSto.