Category: Poetry Attempts.

Home Town
Thick, glazed, grilled

Dark meat with burnt tips

Sweet mustard

Honey dippings

Sticky fingers

Wide sweeping pavement

Tall gargoyle like structures

Fountains made of hopes and dreams

Thick forests of green

Expansive fertile lands

Blue, green, yellow city streets

Music of the blues

Storefronts oen to canvased walls

Brick red schools

Metal bridges, glistening heat

Thick smog

Painful ice rain

Wispy winds that kill

Mounds of cold marshmallows fill streets

Booze hoppers in clogged feet

An Ode to Iris Giana

The pain was too much

It’s shard-like fingers tight around my limbs.

Stabbing through my heart

Spearing through my belly.

The fear held me fast

My mind on what would come next.

I could barely keep still

Hardly unexpected.

Just as I felt alone

He arrived and his face said it all.

I held back my tears

He held onto my hand,

And then you were there

Born before your time with wide open eyes.

Your tiny paper thin nails

Your soft translucent skin

Told you “I love you” before it was too late

So your soul would always know

Our hearts will always hold you

Although the pain is still too much