Alphabet soup settles,


beguiles, during rainy cold


churning with exes and ohs


dancers in memory


exclaims of thorn and rose;




forget me, forget me not:


Gerbera, Daisy, Peony  


holds the eye to


illuminate petals


jarred in metal and glass




Kisses’ wet imprint


lost under debris and touch:


manmade, fabricated, rushed,


natural, earthy, a simmering broth


opens chambers heavy in locks




Quotes from Shakespeare,


“Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?”


“Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?”


“The course of true love never did run smooth.”


“Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.”




Verity is best with diamonds and poems


warming in a bowl, letters,


Xeroxing the thoughts in her head:


yesterday, today, and tomorrow


Zigs and zags to fill a ceramic night.




When we were young, somebody’s love,

following the long road home, beautiful birds

to ignore the fool’s gold view.

When we are as old as the sea, 

somebody’s wave

to flow and ebb across their sand

to implore the fool’s gold view–

why do you ignore what you see?

This draft was written with song titles  from Passenger’s album Young as the Morning, Old as the Sea