insight in rhyme
88 poems on the complexities of life—from personal identity to the passage of time. All with a playful, contemplative touch.
Rhymes for Modern Minds fuses the fun of childhood poetry with adult realities. With clear language and a steady beat of rhythm and rhyme, this collection touches on topics with a playfully contemplative touch.
Aura
Was a late November evening, perhaps my eyes deceived me, but by the glow of pale moon, morning’s snow reflected blue.
Not the tinge of artist’s brush, hinting snow cold to the touch, crayon scribbled my yard to ruin, with jagged lines a cornflower hue.
Pulsing kaleidoscope of migraine, shifting segments slowly each time, made their way across my vision. Made their way across my world.
The inventory of ontology, is what we share and what’s inside me. So these searing lines are real, though only I know they occurred.
When the Icebergs Melt
When the icebergs melt, where will the polar bears sit? Maybe on the swing in your yard.
When tinder dry trees give up their smoke, stinging eyes up and down the coast—remember the polar bear.
Forced inside, against mist of our making, we are the monsters of isolation.
And you won’t be needing that swing, anymore.
Zeugma Twister
I watched with binoculars, watched with disgust. The storm took my wheat, took my dreams and left dust.
Some cattle left flying. Some cattle, left alone. The storm broke all records. The storm broke up my home.
I raged at the twister, raised shovel in hand, looking at the vortex and looking for a plan.
I drove home my tractor to drive home a point. If I’m what you aim for, I aim to disappoint.
I drove to the quarry. I drove it insane. Or that’s how it appeared when the twister turned rain.
I rebuilt the red barn and rebuilt my farm life. No eye of a storm out stares this farmer’s eyes.
Stock, full of adventure, now full of their feed. Most landed in safety, most landed on their feet.
One pig flew through the sky and flew into a legend. Flying is the answer, but the pig’s still in question.
