Threadbare
Blackened elder dip their branches into the rivers sweep
flood water has adorned their tips with shredded waste
brought from towns upriver to ocean seas and desecrate
life with thoughts, out of sight out of mind, thrown away.
Somethings missing
Yesterday writing a bio in 100 words for a poetry magazine! Is that really me?
Amusement break!
Sometimes music is poetic it should be maybe!
Just remember
Pensive writer all at sea!
No sense
Missing!
The town clock has stopped
The town clock stopped again
maybe it was the news
of the latest bulletin
the return to old views
of hate and rejection.
Celfypridd 