Cages

Cages

 

If they cut your harness, I hope that you still climb.
If they tie your watch’s hands, I trust you’ll find the time.
And if they throw stones, you must have strength enough to be kind.

Stay standing, because only the audience sits.
People can only put you in a cage
If you’re small enough to fit.

 

Mr. John G

Mr. John G- final

This is a poem I wrote back in high school for a Writer’s Craft course. It’s loosely inspired by Christopher Nolan’s “Memento”. The trick is to read it as a clock from noon to midnight. The meaning of the first verse changes the second time around.

Haiku Poems

Metro Pigeon

Bird boarding subway

You’ve wings that we don’t to spread

Why ride beside us?

Red, White and Blue

 Pen bled blue for you

Now red scars on white drown blue

Scribbled on the page

Dry Well

 The well has run dry

This empty cup of coffee

It begs to be filled

Guest of the Sky

 When will the sun rise?

Visits of its volition

Man can’t force the hour

Scribbles

Scribbles

I wrote a story,

Bland hero, a drawn out tale,

Pen in hand,

Regret in heart,

For the words now left,

For the ink now dry,

For the page now stained.

So I start to scribble

Scratch, scratch, scratch

The friction of my frustration

Bleeding through the page,

Drowning it in ink

Till I can seldom read a word

The sad little epic

Of an acquaintance I vaguely recall

Scratch, scratch, scratch

Now that man is a stranger,

The tragedy was yesterday,

But in its wake:

A red mess on a once-white page