BEREFT… micro story

His chest felt like it was sinking, untethered to anything, so too did his broken heart. Tears flowed in unfettered streams down his cheeks wetting his shirt. Sunlight glistened like tendrils of silver flecks within each drop. As for his heart… It was bereft of the only love it ever knew.

man wearing white dress shirt

TSK, TSK… a poem

Do as I say

Not as I do

How’d that work out

Tsk, tsk…

They’ll never notice

They’re too rich to care

I guess they did

Tsk, tsk…

Just a quick stop

Come on, have a peak

Too close to the edge

Tsk, tsk…

This too shall pass

Stay home and stay well

Why didn’t you listen

Tsk, tsk…

coronavirus

WILL… a poem

When the momentum shifts

You’ve no one to blame

Take stock in yourself

And try to refrain

From saying words

You’ll surely regret

The clock keeps on ticking

On this, you can bet

Kill them with kindness

Or just smile and nod

Keep your distance from meanness

Don’t be a fraud

For when this time passes

Again, as it will

You can look in the mirror

And smile at God’s will

selective focus photography of man's reflection on a broken mirror

LEGACY… a dark poem

Kindred, don’t leave me

This melancholy, too, shall soon pass

Bear with these fragile bones

One last time

Before they are consumed

By the fires of no return

Pray for me

After the passing

Stay with me

Until the chill of the morning

Lifts its veil

Upon a new day

Then, carry on the legacy

Seek out truth

Hide your true self

When the time is right

Revenge me

And leave a legacy

Of your own

photo of tall trees during foggy day