It’s in the little things.
Stripping walls of posters that have hung for years.
Examining belongings, what stays, what goes.
Just items, but memories too. Continue reading
Poetry
Measure
We’re all trying to find our measure.
In still black and white,
Or artfully arranged plants in
Carefully articulated colors. Continue reading
Always
Forward, forward, forward.
Always.
Can’t look back; can’t look now.
Forward, forward, forward.
Always. Continue reading
Dolor
Acquainted with grief,
Though not at this level.
I didn’t know sorrow could go this far.
This is more than I can bear.
How can love hurt so much?
How to Write a Rom-Com
The theme was rom-com…one of my least favorite genres….and all I can say is, it started out fluffy? #sorrynotsorry
First comes the meet cute,
Boy meets girl or girl meets boy
Or boy meets dog or…no, wait a minute…
Wrong story.
Anyway, they meet. Words are exchanged,
A few flirtations, some warming of the cheeks.
She of the long, luscious hair and he
Of the strong jawline. Continue reading
If I were a Superhero…
If I were a Superhero
If I had super strength, I’d like to think
I’d use it to stop falling buildings from
Crushing people or keep runaway trains from
Running away over pedestrians.
But let’s be honest, I’d probably use it to
See how many people I could lift at one
Time or to win the heavy-weight lifting
Gold medal in the Olympics.
Burning Coal
Biting, gnashing,
Drip with poison.
Shouting, screaming,
Sin with intent.
Weeping, crying,
Hurt with weakness.
Pleading, praying,
purge with hyssop.
Cleansing, washing,
I shall again praise Him.
ali oleary 