Spring poetry… flickr photo by js hsu shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license
Note: I’ve been writing poems every day now for quite some time and am about to take a break for a bit, to recharge the writing mind. These three poems were leftovers — sitting in a place where I’d jot down poems but only sometimes used. – Kevin
Short, Attention, Span
This
is about all
I can take –
before I
break
Finding Funny
We’re having some trouble
finding the funny – these
rainy days used to be sunny
but now it’s just clouds
and trouble – the news feed
merely doubles our anxiety
so we’re sitting on the couch
with sitcoms — intentional
scripted dumb on display —
letting an earful of canned laughter
remind us to forget before
we need to remember again
And I Believe Him
He says he put his head down
only to drown out the sound
of the teacher’s voice –
the drone of talking
as the slideshow advanced —and I believe him …
for what I can’t believe or
fathom is a teacher talking
for 60 minutes, the small screen
as podium, as if
all eyes were alert instead
of wanderingHe says he put his head down,
for only a minute, to rest,
and I believe him.
Peace (in poems),
Kevin