Undeceived

cunning
your plan may be
but there’s a fatal flaw
that all people do not deplore
the truth

Filed under: cinquain, cunning plan, fatal flaw, poetry

Thrown

like lead
excalibur
sinks to the lake bottom
our king dead the silver lining
his myth

Filed under: cinquain, myth, poetry, power

First Class

yoga
peels me by layers
muscle by each muscle
while i can feel each ache and pain
soften

Filed under: cinquain, pain, yoga

Rest

Simply
placing a chair
right here beside my desk
means that I can break from my work
and don’t.

Filed under: cinquain, poetry, rest, work

Anniversary

three years
and who’d have thought
that two loners as strange
would ever in a million find
themselves

Filed under: cinquain, anniversary, loners, love

Carved

A statue.
A boy. An ox.
Simply formed. Clean lines.
The ox ridden depicts a life
controlled.

Filed under: cinquain, life, poetry, statue

Debate

First shout
secondhand thoughts
and when your turn is done
shout more, because God damn it you
are right!

Filed under: cinquain, poetry, politics