Poem: I Promise Nothing
I promised you nothing
and I promptly delivered
exquisitely forged
wrapped in leftovers
from the Emperor’s new robes
You remain unhappy
hungry with expectation
in the same way my cat
greets each morning
full of purring and rubbing
mewling to have
your emptiness filled
I promised you nothing
and you promptly begged
for just a little bit more
offering me nothing in return
The truth is
your honey nothing
is better than mine.
Ramble: Pointless
Dawn.
Wet.
Cold in my bones. Damnit.
I’ve been at this for years now and look where I am.
Same place. Different day. Running faster. Slipping back.
Why did I dream?
Pointless hope. Pointless words. Pointless points.
There is no coffee left in my cupboards.
Poem: Three
(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy! Here is Poem #30.)
one all alone with one
stripped down to basic
biological arithmetic
and naked simplicity
one over one
one into one
always makes one
so that logically
one plus one makes three.
Poem: Two
(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy! Here is Poem #29.)
in pairs
and twos
and couplets
and rhymes
we come
and dance
and mingle
and dine
we go
and love
and nestle
and twine
in pairs
and twos
and couplets
and rhymes.
Poem: One
(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy! Here is Poem #28.)
One
is always
all alone
single
in it’s home
One
is never
ever more
than just
the one they are
One
is also
all there is
when gathered
as a whole
One
gets bigger
not by count
but by the
way we see.
