I sit at the window sill
Summoning for spring's till
Of thickets of green mandates fill
The procession and succession with frill
All rise with new blossoms being a thrill
My spring garden fitting the bill
For the little birdies that mill
With their pleas of a worms swill
First, let's arrest the lingering winter chill
The deliberating ill
Citing that bitter bitter pill
That sentences my grief's overspill
With the last backlog of snow on the hill
Of the icy roads that overkill
Free my hammer from waiting still
For the arrival of springs shrill
And the exit of winter's will
My eyes hold court for the first daffodil


Logan Robertson

4/08/2019

To help myself
See past my sensible cardigans
And dull colors
I wear superhero socks.
To help myself
Keep from forgetting
The person I fought
so hard to become,
I stay alive in my tattoos.

I keep a secret me
underneath
the sensible adult.
Just to remind myself
while a customer is complaining,
or a manager is scolding,
or my bills are too big,
that I'm still me.

.
So the smoke coils
surrounding a stray thought
clinging to the vine
as it weaves threads
into a tapestry
of fermented grape wrath.
His pen crawls
across the pages of life
and ignores the punctuation,
a plague infected word flow,
his stream of catharsis.
But the babble
intrudes and sounds irk,
sending resentment forward
like an advance guard
to meet the violence
and deflect the onslaught.
And the wave dies
as the aggressor retreats
before motley defence.
But the mood
has been tainted, spoiled,
despite a flirtatious distraction.
And the flame flickers
as the smoke coils,
and tired eyes avert their gaze
from the perceived ***** page,
the excrement of misery
smeared to make nostrils flare,
and the entry is left
incomplete …



© Pagan Paul (06/05/19)

I am a wish

Among the weeds.

I refuse to believe

I

Am

Undesirable.

A saint was asked,
"What is anger?"

He gave a beautiful answer,
"It is punishment that we give ourself, for someone else's mistake."

between fresh green

leaves flares

a cardinal.

delight to what

eyes cannot grasp...

and need not.

as bliss manifest

never flies beyond

sight.

outer or inner.