“Garbage”
Sizzling asphalt
stales the stench over the street;
sweet midsummer days.
Steve D
Category: Poetry
Misplaced Missive #60 – Doesn’t Matter
Playing with blades
Handing you the hilt
One turn, one tilt,
To cut me open.
Let me bleed,
All I’m hoping. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #60 – Doesn’t Matter”
Misplaced Missive #59 – Armor
I’ve crafted this armor,
Of someone you’ll honor,
Run to for cover,
Never see suffer,
And trust easily.
So now, how can it be,
That you seem to see
Through to me? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #59 – Armor”
Haiku Sunday – Neat
“Neat”
Edged with brick and mulch,
vegetable plots, flower pots.
Clean geometry.
Steve D
Misplaced Missive #58 – Perfection Is A Lie
You’re perfect.
This isn’t a confession,
And that’s not a complement. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #58 – Perfection Is A Lie”
Haiku Sunday – Sediment
“Sediment”
Varied stone layers
make the ground appear all too
sedimentary.
Steve D
Haiku Tuesday – Routine
“Routine”
New occupation
to occupy the daily.
Day planner needed.
I started my new job yesterday, which means I’m readjusting to a full-time work schedule with a baby schedule to keep up with. Thus, I left myself no time for writing. Trying again tonight!
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Yard
“Yard”
Not merely a yard,
a secluded wilderness
of unbounded dreams.
The house I grew up in, where my pup Teddy loved to run around in the backyard, has been sold. I took him there on Friday to have one final romp through his favorite squirrel-hunting grounds.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Firefly
“Firefly”
Tiny flashbulb glow,
candle floating on the breeze,
shadowed by the dusk.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Sore
“Sore”
Pieces forgotten,
years of memory ignored.
Muscles rebuilding.
Steve D
