Month: March 2023

Grace

GRACE is not always mild, like a cool breeze in summer; it can be like a
LATHE, locking down subject, rotating, setting up the needed cuts.
HENCE grace can be unwelcomed, as though something easier than the hardest miracle could turn
STONE hearts to living ones.

Weighty Thought

LAGER goes down easy on the deck,
FINCH warbles sweetly in the trees.
MARRY? That gives pause–a thought meant to last, meant to weigh,
CREPT into an inattentive life. Perhaps it’s time to measure the passing moments, make them count.

Daydreaming

LAGER drained, I linger and watch the

FINCH hop from branch to bush and

MARRY thoughts of flight with song, thoughts which

CREPT into my mind, aided no doubt by the lager.

Reflection

“LAGER, please.” The barman, known to all as
FINCH, poured the drink, sneered
“CREPT in here the day you’re going to
marry that girl? What for? Dutch courage?”

Upward

SLYLY, using every last
OUNCE of determination, finally
CRAWL out from where you hide. Ride
ABOVE your present station, reaching peaks from which to fly.