Peace

Posted in love on March 21, 2019 by dustus

Love, 

That is all.

 

While Holding Her Hand…

Posted in life, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on March 20, 2019 by dustus

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While holding her hand into sleep

Wondering if she hears me cry?
Feeling I lost all sense of time
Sitting beside mom euthanized
Telling myself it was a dream
Feeling I lost all sense of time
While holding her hand into sleep

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Good Morning Ocean

Posted in haiku, Poetry, Short Poems with tags , , , , on March 12, 2019 by dustus

Wind tousles dune grasshaiku
Tourists take sunrise selfies

Pacing gulls forage 

 

Lovesick

Posted in Short Poems with tags , , , , , , , on March 6, 2019 by dustus

When winter days feel empty
Ahead of spring’s warm thrill

It gets me through the worst of time
To think she loves me still

But that’s just wishful thinking
Straight Bourbon with a pill
When coming down to realize
It’s not worth feeling ill

 

While I Breathe…

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , on March 4, 2019 by dustus

While I breathe, I hope
Love will lead to peace

Home within my heart will bloom
From buried seeds of grief

While I breathe, I hope
As I live, I seek

Solace past forgiveness
Strength when feeling weak

With every exhalation
To full capacity
There’s a spirit one perceives
Beyond each sense and dream

Artistic Freedom’s Waive

Posted in Poetry, Short Poems with tags , , , , , on March 1, 2019 by dustus

They shall claim self-defense a joke
Having drawn-up silencing guns
In taking acquisitional aim
Subject to defamation lies for protection
Behind the rub of tarnished legal cloaks
Nondisclosing their collective loud mouth
Whose soul remains forever sold
Alongside artistic freedom’s waive

Foreshadowing

Posted in Poetry, Short Poems with tags , , , , , , , on February 26, 2019 by dustus

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It felt like magic followed me

Foreshadowing my youth
When I would trip upon this earth

And see stars coming to

Only One Time

Posted in Flash Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , on February 22, 2019 by dustus

Through stewing August air of intermittent fireflies blinking, Mother hollers from the back porch.  We strain eyes tracking the baseball’s flight.

“Just a minute!” I shout.

“Dinner’s getting cold!  You can’t even see that damn ball.  You don’t need another shiner!” 

“That happened only one time!” I roar indignantly.  My “friend” laughs skipping hurriedly homeward. 

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 *Fiction in 55 words = #flash55