Category: ohthatwright

The Last Radio

RADIO still has power in the skyscraper basement,
BURST of squeals sometimes breaks the static.
TOUCH of surfaces grimes fingers, no cleaning for years.
CREAK of anything here makes you pray it’s only a rat.

Opaque Providence

SPORE, borne millennia through ether, lands on planet.
DEITY has deeper purpose, but eye sees only germination,
MANGA frame’s worth of an alien species uncoiling,
SNOOP all you like: purpose is only for spirit to see.

Lying in Wait

KNOLL. Lying in the shrubs, waiting,
STEELing for steal to go down, once
GLOOM has deepened to thwart watching eyes.
FELON to be? Yes. What they have on him outweighs.

Octal Census

OCTAL system devised by pinkie-less scribes cataloging
SAINTs. There are 100, also 64. which puts
HEFTY hit on the old cortex-you feel thickheaded like a
BISON first time you hear it, hardly stopping to wonder why the saint count is so, um, small.

Sport Mad

DEBIT required of treasury of merit (if it existed):
SPORT mad parents, with this much effort could teach children the world, yet
QUOTA of trophies and camps and wins is never full,
USING up themselves and family in hectic chase.

Night Thoughts

NIGHT.
EVERYone harbors now those thoughts the sun could hold at bay
:
MANOR or shack, no dwelling can shelter against the tide of the night.

Note: the first and only Quordle poem to date where I used punctuation for one of the words. COMMA would also be possible.

Factionalism

STINT a faction of voice and place for long, then
WEDGE, gaining power, will splinter structure,
BUGLE will sound, martiality metastasize,
RIGOR assert itself where grace had no purchase, give grace no purchase.