piper m

piper m Oct 2023

Colorado

The short life of
Honey orchid oolong tea;
put to rest,
hot, on his tongue.
Boiling water and
bitter leaves
the color of his smiling eyes.
He’s drunk on red
and stuck between:
climbing Big Snow Mountain or,
a perfect day with
Her
beneath the sweet osmanthus tree.

piper m Nov 2021

Finally

My boy’s afraid
Of losing the keys
To his brand new
Bright blue Audi
TT Roadster.
From my arms,
He drove right home
Knocked twice,
Three times
When she opened
That door.
“Maria,” her name
Slipped softly
Hanging from his
Icy lips.
She caught it
Quickly
In a little crimson
Kiss.
“Alfonso,”
Her breath
Catching,
With an effective
Little hitch.

an assignment

piper m Sep 2021

splitting

So focused/ words are gone/ no reason to hold on/ hold on hold on hold on/ nothing to say/where have all yours words gone?/ hang on hang on hang on/ drama in my mind/ something big might come of this/ always the reason to leave you/ never a reason to leave you/ hold me tighter and i might not/ let go let go let go/ hold me hold me hold me/ and i might not let go

piper m Apr 2021

Spiderlegs

I hate to drive away from the sun
Leaves me with sorrow in my blood
Open doors leave me tightly spun
Six legs across the window pane
Legs so pale they make my mother look bright
Even she glows in the night like a puddle under lamplight

piper m Apr 2021

Sunset Shots

If you’re on the water,
take a picture
so I can remember the way you see the world.
Wish you’d strung an ‘A’ on the chain
around my neck
so I could take you everywhere I go.
Please pull me up,
you know sometimes I get
low.
Should never have left you alone.

Miss the days we forgot we were just friends.
I hold the silence steady on the phone.
You take your time breaking it with
“I hate you.”
But I know,
it’s never been true.
I write better under pressure,
only when my words are about you.
Since last October, you’ve been my only muse.

You caught every sunset in your palm
to show me.
Saved fading rays in your pocket.
Just in case I hadn't seen.
So I did my part and
kept all your smiles in my pocket,
just in case
you forgot about me.

I see you in the gaps between the clouds

piper m Feb 2021

A sonnet without a title

The confines of fourteen lines hold me down
The sovereign of the sonnet has trapped me
Now, what is there left to do but steal his evil crown?
Had I not convinced myself that this task would be
So simple, I might be wearing it by
Now. However, that is not the case at all.
Brutish thoughts assail as I contemplate on why
Shakespeare had the audacity to enthrall
The whole of England with his cruel, cruel mind.
I mean to say, his poetry is
Rather soft, and his words are rather kind
But the source of my frustration is all his
Doing. I’ve done it now though, haven’t I?
A sonnet completed in the span of one night.

this was an assignment for class

#sonnet #ihatesonnets