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Ormond Feb 2015
death dirges

Frogs in distance sing  .  .  .
Foxes, herons, join in too,
  .  .  .  A round of croaking.

love gifts

Her gift of flowers  .  .  .
Came at night without garden,
  .  .  .  Were picked in bedroom.

twins demure

Full moon and she  .  .  .
Beauties without crescent smile,
  .  .  .  ***** in starlight.

light music

Before even sun  .  .  .
Gleam opens to paint each day,
  .  .  .  Beauty in birdsong.


After sun showers  .  .  .
Sparkle of rainbow colours,
  .  .  .  Busy hummingbirds


Hollow sound through trees,
***** and bare branches sway,
  .  .  .  Old winter creeping.


She wanted a child  .  .  .
Rushed from one suitor to next,
  .  .  .  Clock set to maybe.

super villain

Truth once singular  .  .  .
Mucked all up with politics,
  .  .  .  In cowl of falsehoods.


Blood spills in gardens  .  .  .
Naïve worms torn from loose grounds,
.  .  . Red robins, green lawns.


Each spring miracle  .  .  .
Trees blessed by caterpillars gifts,
  .  .  .  Holey hands of leaves.


Ripples lead to bows  .  .  .
After fish breaks the water,
  .  .  .  A kingfisher dives.


Steadfast as always  .  .  .
Wildflower in sun and rain,
  .  .  .  Showing true colours.


Chaste lovers wonder  .  .  .
How bodies weather the cold,
  .  .  .  Never knowing touch.

swept away

Suddenly we kissed  .  .  .
At beach as tides rolling in,
  .  .  .  Drowning by ocean.


Her red hair so long  .  .  .
Brushing my face, hiding eyes,
  .  .  .  A kind entrapment.
Morgan Spiers  Sep 2018
inn keep
Morgan Spiers Sep 2018
when my guilt found the spare key
my condolences became roommates
who never pay their rent.

living with the ghost of shame
changes one's routine;
tastes like apologies-
and isolation
smells like your cologne.

ive become an innkeeper,
a host,
for the parts of others
they insist on banishing.
Ziayre Michaelis Oct 2018
Adulting, ah!
What a terrifying concept.
Bills here and pressure there,
And a sense of dread everywhere.
Where do I pay my water bill?
How big is 600 square feet anyway?
When should I go to the doctor?
Why are my neighbors so nosy?

Parents either push or cling,
Beg you to leave or plead with you to stay.
My mom happens to be in the latter camp.
Stay at home, stay with me she insists.
Sorry mom, but your youngest has to fly.

Prospects are looking good,
I feel like I’ve done it right.
Well-enough paying job? Check.
Affordable housing in a safe place? Check that too.
A job I actually want to be at during my preferred shift? Cheeeeck!
Friends in the area, in case I need help? Shockingly, check!
The blessing of my mom to leave?
We’ll skip that one for now.

I’m so excited.
I dream of a place of my own.
It’s so close, I can taste it.
Three more weeks, max, and it’s possibly mine.
Of course there’s still setup to do,
Like getting internet and buying food.
That’s all second to getting a base of my own.

It’s expensive to live alone, cries my mother,
And she’s right.
Housing isn’t easy, nor cheap.
But I have a job that can support me.
You shouldn’t move in the winter, insists my mother.
I don’t see why not,
Most of my stuff is packed and in my car already
From when I fled my old roommates.
Counter point: I shouldn’t drive an hour to and from work
In the ice and snow either.

Adulting is scary, adulting is tough.
But telling my mother I AM leaving is scarier,
And telling her when is even tougher.
Recently I got word that the apartment I was hoping to get in has an opening. I'm so excited!

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