pop's poetry

Category: Mood

  • how do i love you…

    ...let me count the ways:
I love you by listening more and talking less.
I love you by giving more and taking less.
I love you by whispering more and yelling less.
I love you by serving more and lounging less.
I love you by smiling more and frowning less.
I love you by praising more and mocking less.
I love you by playing more and working less.
I love you by agreeing more and arguing less.
I love you by trusting more and fearing less.
How do I love you, let me count the ways...all my days.

  • socks

    I wake up with the sun
And put fresh socks on
As the world slides into a new day
To be worn until night falls
Then thrown into the washer
For the next cycle.

Someday, I’ll walk in bare feet.

  • quiet strength

    The wind has no sound.
It brings to life the voices
Of those it affects
  • Wendell’s Trees

    Wendell’s Trees

    Wendell Berry helped open my eyes
    when I could not see
    the trees for the forest

    where the collective gratitude of the woods
    cannot be stacked
    up against the individual

    gift of praise from every sentinel
    which is more powerful
    and ultimately more palpable

    because each is together, yet separate
    as I am with you
    and we are in the universe.

  • deep red scream

    the deep red scream
silent as the darkest night
it cuts through the thin veil
letting anguish flow
like a stream released
filling a nameless ocean

the deep red scream
no one hears the pain
it cuts everyone it touches
letting doubt flow
like a river released
filling a bottomless ocean

the deep red scream
drawn from the deafening silence
it opens never-healing wounds
letting fury flow
like a torrent released
filling a lifeless ocean

the deep red scream
a desperate stillness follows
it suffers the drops that fall
letting sleep come
or at least a kind of release
to push the wave upstream

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