Check out River Poets Journal and find many short poems posted for National Poetry Month. One of mine is here and along with others, will be listed on the National Poetry Month page until April 1st, 2015.
let’s play outside
maneuvering through
with you
prickly thickets gore
but all I feel
is your hand that has grabbed mine
wafting aroma of decay
settles in like fog
but all I sense
is your warm musk enveloping me
running along brambly hedgerows
closer to town
dimly aware of people nearby
but all I hear
is your laughter
rich and filling
on my shelf when it’s quiet
back from frolicking amongst ferns
watching them uncurl
with abandon
clutching small stems of crushed buds
pretending it’s not sad
they won’t get to bloom
opened a page from a favorite writer
floating amid his images
of bears and cellists and stars
knowing it was an unremarkable day
doesn’t diminish mine
for I held magic awhile
needing to touch another frolicker
I can always find him where I need him
on my shelf when it’s quiet
take away
lined and worn
I’ll take the calloused fingers
curled around that cup of coffee
I sit in shadow
watching the veins throb in his hand
almost hearing the thoughts
the worry and the pain
I’ll take the callouses
and the thoughts
throwing them far
let the sun burn them away
like morning mist
reclaiming breath
we should have gathered
our things
– our thoughts –
before the tooth fairy’s twine
ran too low on the spool
but there’s always such a rush
of fools
squandering the sweet first air of morning
breathe and move as one
it’s your body and mind to keep
we should reclaim
our reins
– our thoughts –
before we forget our hauntings
growing tired in spirit
but there’s always more
to explore
setting alight a wanton heart
The Word Rummager 