Loose Verse

I wrote two poems today, with similar themes. Though “Sustenance” feels more complete at this point, I still want to work more on both of them.


States of Matter

These gassy ideas,
shifting and searching,
wisping along my mind,

could mean anything to anyone,
or nothing to no one,
like animals in the clouds.

I need tidy oceans,
deep and powerful,
to sail for uncharted lands.

Even a passing shower,
palpable, nourishing,
some liquid to sate this thirst.

Better yet: concrete,
solid and steady,
supporting others’ weight.

Maybe a pebble,
to toss at your head,
something you could feel.




Sustenance

You sit under the tree,
reading, feeling, thinking,
contemplating, realizing, deciding.

You see a new world.
Colors vibrate.
Words explode.

You sit at the table,
cleaning, chopping, boiling,
scooping, chewing, swallowing.

You still need to eat.
Food tastes the same.
People still laugh and cry.