Daily Poetry & Prose

Forever flipped the finger to the present and the past The whole of existence in the bottle and the blast The effervescent sentiment that bubbled in my blood Had kicked my bucket of ashes and strewn them in the mud Hark! Slow angel, beat against my chest like a dove Dark! Swallow me whole, cover me like a glove There is no silence left, in the pine trees we are covered in birds softly cooing and singing their righteous songs.

7) Rain drops patter, parroting each other timpani trembles, the gathering storm ships roll in on sweet and windy summer trap this moment--the rain is being born! 6)  Rain drops patter, parroting each other A conversation muted in the mist  Ships roll in, it's just the storms of summer Hide the sun with echoes, windy, brisk. 5) The patter of rain drops parroted each other, in a poetry that grew, timpani sounding as the storm rolled in echoing shades of grey, blocking out the sun. 4) The patter of rain drops parroted each other, in a poetry that grew, in echoing shades of grey, blocking out the sun. 3)  The sky heaved and sighed, in a single moment the singing rain was born. The timpani pounded its fists in the clouds, shaking, tears came to my eye. The patter of rain drops parroted each other, in a poetry that grew, in echoing shades of grey, blocking out the sun. 2)  The moment made before the rain was born Stopping to listen, my old heart like a drum  Timpani ...

Hot stampede came over the horizon The cactus and the cowboys both were sharp Dim rays of daylight smoked behind the sun Entering first my eyes and then my heart Coffee made on the fire, in a can The buffalo and the railroad roared Brown wise leather face of the Native man Progress is pounding, knocking at the door Revolution stopped just short, pocket watch in the old town square can tell us the time The gold rock in the river that he touched He thought he was rich but it was a crime They came selling snake oil, and playing cards The outlaw is now pensive, at the bar.