E.E. Cummings Imitation

[december]

december please
please
don’t show your face
august
you were supposed to be
my salvation
now I’m counting on you
september,
hoping,waiting,wishing
doubting
heartache, heart break
I’m not ready for you yet
can we call a truce?
it’s all been buried
alive
what a concept
these months I look
expecting to see you there
but ,wait
it is only thin air.

"Stagnant Reality"

A muted presence they have.

When whispers arise--

a blind eye is turned and--

frustrated stares are all that are earned

as heavy footsteps are heard walking away.

Puddles that were created in her eyes

are hidden in a corner.

She tries to reach out after many failed attempts.  

Heaven only knows how she handles this.

new poem

I wrote this for my poetry class.  It is a Marianne Moore imitation.  Enjoy :)

wait

for that slug that crawls through life.

Steady as it goes, yet barely moving;

all the while contemplating what is to come

you

endure there and remain mute

timid of the years to come, it is true;

time stands still for no one, it is contagious

the

sun rises and falls back down

oblivious as to what goes on 'neath

the sky.  This is given as a warning you

creatures

of the earth stop, look, listen.

The fields of green and stars in the night sky

keep with the rhythm of life, you must abide.