New life Poems
It started with an Egg
by Mario Odekerken
It started with an egg.
Smooth,closed,a quiet question.
The kind of silence that leans forward,
waiting to become something.
It sat in the hollow of a nest,
built from twigs,wind,and insistence.
No promises. Just warmth.
And the slow ticking of becoming.
......
Old Dusties
by Stewart Watkins
Put 'em down and o'er to the side
In them, your feet can no longer reside
Old, hampered, and worn out are these dusties
You wash 'em constantly but they're still stale and musty
Old dusties just don't look good any more...
So dusty, and the soles you deplore
Old dusties just don't feel good...
......
A hut with bright lights
by Eric Beafre
In the sense of the night
we are consumed by the light
With the whole fight on
we are on the frights tonight
It started with an Egg
by Mario Odekerken
It started with an egg.
Smooth,closed,a quiet question.
The kind of silence that leans forward,
waiting to become something.
It sat in the hollow of a nest,
built from twigs,wind,and insistence.
No promises. Just warmth.
And the slow ticking of becoming.
......
Old Dusties
by Stewart Watkins
Put 'em down and o'er to the side
In them, your feet can no longer reside
Old, hampered, and worn out are these dusties
You wash 'em constantly but they're still stale and musty
Old dusties just don't look good any more...
So dusty, and the soles you deplore
Old dusties just don't feel good...
......
A hut with bright lights
by Eric Beafre
In the sense of the night
we are consumed by the light
With the whole fight on
we are on the frights tonight
