D. Ellsworth Hoag
Time To Catch Up
I have been lazy in posting lately. It seems time gets lost in the flurry of inactivity.
This time I'm going to post a few short poems. The forms and brevity make for a special crispness. I hope you enjoy them.
I wish all health and comfort in this time of distress.
A bright day in Seattle
is like a fairy tale,
you're not sure you believe it
but find it awful swell.
Any Time Is Show Time
puts on a show
it's only for my eye
fluffy folk and monsters pass by
a parade of wispy white 'gainst the blue
some bring a giggle some a sigh,
but I will share with you
tickets are free—
a frog awaits upon a lotus pad
dragon fly and heron near—
nature's game of dice
rushes edge the lotus pond—rattle fills the breeze
croakers sit on green platters—cricket symphonies
moon offers a spotlight—bright and yet serene
poisonous squat toadstool rings—make a surreal scene
The long, long line of memory
is a thin, fragile thread
that resides in recesses of the mind
and floats untethered—free
therefore in the end we get what
The Feel Of Silence
Silence is a flannel sheet
that drapes close and warm
a special type of cocoon.
And when conflict it does meet
quells the angry storm
without magic of a rune.
fill the air,
wrap me o'er with peace,
from a hectic world grant brief surcease.