Sum Solution

I was ready to steady my gesture, to not impose upon you the note of imposture; I will not posture like a pasture but rather ponder some sun greater, some sum of a whole.

Then I found a hole, in the bottom of the soul, and I realized it was the sole solution to all life’s questions; I found that the whole was the answer.

And so I danced with romance in my heart, then became a part of my best with your best; a complete testament to attest virtue.

For in through and out, this tone of attunement has turned the page.

I lead with the sum solution of the heart.


Contagious Frisk

You want to stretch out your hand and grasp the softness of meaning, taking away the best part of me.

As soon as there’s the slightest ache of rough reality, your hand recoils, unwillingly to want and hesitant to receive.

Dust builds slowly upon neglected shelves where hands no longer meddle the mettle.

Did you put your dream in a dank box with a lock or a rusty cage without a door?

An Ode to Poetry Analyzation – Because I loathe it.

To me, analyzing someone’s poem to prove to others how well you get it is equivalent to smooshing a cake and calling it delicately beautiful then selling it to a bride-to-be. I believe poetry is to be enjoyed for what meaning you give the words or how their sound makes you feel. I just made this up. Enjoy. Or analyze. Try me. 🙂

Ode to Banal

Tender swan cuticles braze the badger’s breath,
Slowly the lofty leaves lift up to the sky.
The rain comes.
Droplets droop draped dreams,
The sun hides.
Hot dog, taco, bean curd pie,
Let the baker tell his lie.
In the field lies the toad’s trodden path,
Followed e’er near the pond’s fronds’ edge.