Father and Friend
Bent by heavy winds, Tangled branches scrape and catch, Scattered leaves take flight. Yet my roots are deep and strong, Holding fast against the storm.
By Archery Owl3 days ago in Poets
There is a point where the excavation fails. Where the ground is too hard and the artifacts become elusive. Where we spend too long
By Archery Owl16 days ago in Poets
Shovels full of dirt Falling through the wire screen Keeping what is good.
By Archery Owl2 months ago in Poets
I am wrapped in cold Ice freezing my hands and heart Until I cannot feel / Behind me are shadows of good memories Ahead, I cannot see
By Archery Owl3 months ago in Poets
I am too much. Too feeling, Too needy, Too heavy. "Cheer up," they say. "Live in the moment." But my moments stretch and growl
Silence holds the woods today Just a whisper of wind Walking North The soft crunch of dried leaves Announces my steps Turkeys roam fields to the West
Upon the dune and sandy hill The spotted shape lay cold and still Sand clogged up every tiny gill It swims no more with grace or skill
I’m proud of you and who you will become Your laugh warms my soul and snuggles my heart close In the mornings, I smile seeing you stretch and greet the World with sleepy eyes
Some days, I want to be as still as granite. Like the stone countertops Mom once admired but couldn’t afford. I don't want to worry or to feel.
Dense fog advisory My iPhone chimes a bureaucratic chill on spectral, gray tones The world shrinks to 50 feet, maybe less
Tap tap tap Keyboard sings Click click click Mouse points the way Bing bing bing Zoom meeting starts now
There is a deep divorce in my heart The two parts of me Once together Now drifting to some destination I’m not sure about.
By Archery Owl4 months ago in Poets
