I printed some cards
once for identity
but when I read the words
did not recognize
the description they
bore.
Category Archives: Micropoetry
Train
I’m standing in the rain
waiting on a slow train.
Nobody in these grey streets
today.
Work
Your work rises
before you
A beacon shining
through dense fog
Sirens whisper
Light Symphony.
Stacks
Of book strewn
floors I say
step soft wherever
words may slumber.
Street
I crouch beside you
before dropping coins
into your empty cup
I question
you answer
only our eyes
speak a common language.
Sway
Step slide
lead then follow
rhythm in time
ghost shadow.
Peace
soft shadow possibility
forever lurking inside
hardened walls of ages.
Threads
Moments unexpected
quiet ones
more stir than startle
a breath or blink
a between.
Pause mid-step—
my Elixir.