Gord

2021-01-21 10:16 am

Of stem and leaf,
Love fed at ease,
Of ends and meet,
Of fair and sweet,
When we speak of things
We speak so freely,
Of flesh and teeth.

Shanty after shanty,
See the men at sea,
See the heights they reach,
Lows so permanent and deep.

Well, that's sweet, 
Yes, that means, 
Go ahead and feel,
Just know, there is no you and me.

Lynn

2021-01-13 05:29 pm

holding the box between two fingers so it does not fall
the hand is not pandora’s; she has been dead for centuries
inside the lid, an amateur’s attempt at a cumulonimbus
the sky behind them greener than the clouds before a tornado
the clouds themselves whiter than the dust after
what will become of the box?
will it house bangles and bracelets and small forgotten memories?
will the hinges rust and the sky become separated from the ground?
will it ever find its way home?

Gord

2021-01-01 07:42 am

In a sense, where you?
Fear if you see hex screws,
Warranties irked, jerks,
I want to repair my life,
It's enough to affect them too.

What is the leg's next move?
What some other leg says do,
Running until bears get you.
You get 'get well soons' 
But lost one of the duo,
Best friends adieu.

To use a phrase, shall I fetch them too,
Listen to Daniel Dumile in my bedroom?