Why Poemasabi? It's a name I've used since I started writing poems. It's a modification of a gamertag I've used for years. Behind that curtain I am still Skip Ploss.
I consider myself more of an impressionistic poet because I don't spend hours working 29 followers / 6.9k words
Many hands make light work but is that true of feet?
On a crisp clear autumn morning many feet; old, young, somewhere in the middle walk along the beach, through quiet streets In support, memory, honor of those Who can't remember and have forgotten why
From underbrush it creeps along spring's damp ground crawling, dragging towards light Then A crutch with which to achieve up begins the climb tendrils grabbing bark First a few at the end of the grow more and more as maturity is gained and grow moves upwards Three Green leaves on of each stalk waxy, jagged and glistening Will turn red in autumn Pretty But best left alone should rash and itch follow the handler's folly
Course brown fibers of burlap woven together years prior rub against weather beaten neck sometimes shrugged off sometimes an irritant pressed by weight of a bag filled with rice at times to heavy to bear but a small hole unnoticed where single grains slide free to fall into the dust of the track where they are mixed with dust and are only noticed by birds which carry them away forever bearer and bag sway, rise and fall together as the journey forward goes each step each sway frees kernels from the confines now in twos and threes then a steady pour from shoulder to ground the hole is noticed nothing can stem the flow the bag grows lighter but sags against back and chest and is harder to hold it slides from the shoulder carried in arms like a small child inevitably the last of the grains falls free glistening white falls end over end gleaming in the sun and is lost with the others the burlap is empty the weight and toil is missed words of anguish and the empty sack is laid in the sea
The deluge is cyclical and the dry between gets shorter The rain pours down Sometimes straight Sometimes slanted from the left Sometimes slanted from the right Sometimes from two directions Other times from all at once
The only constant? We can't help but get soaking wet.