Sunburst

The old abandoned
warehouse turns to a
cathedral of images
as the sun bursts thru
the window, poising
in a half dream.

A samurai-like warrior,
made of sunbeams,
is out of time with the world,
like the broken hands
of a clock.

The graffiti up on the
wall, tells it like it is, and
seems to deny the winter
and war-torn floor, one
last effort to pull itself
together again.


For PROMPT #107 at Read Write Poem, we were asked to create a poem based on the following image.

Confined

Caught within the confines of camp,
the dried mud I crunch beneath my boots.
I impose imprisonment upon myself.

December in Afghanistan: I am surrounded
by T-Walls and hescos, surrounded by mountains.

Slow drops of rain, from gray blanket clouds,
dot the dry dust with leopard spots;
then more rain and freezing temperature.

Soldiers with black arms strapped against their
backs, pass me by.

I find a secluded place with cold wind
against my face, and the cold wet earth
invades my soul.



For Prompt #106 at Read Write Poem.

A Fantasy

Sometimes I feel like curling
Myself into a little ball
Like a pet mouse in a cage-
Burrowing beneath fluff
Pretending not to be seen:

I sleep in the hollow of a tree-
Like Winnie the Pooh.
I awaken to little water crowns
Splashed by drops of autumn rain.

The filtered sun-rays flood
Through the trees while blustery
Winds spin dry the golden leaves.

Tiny piccolos of bird song fall
On hungry ears.

The forest begin to display its
Hidden tapestry of life
The finch, warbler and thrush
Join in madrigal performance.

The white-tailed fawn lifts its
Head out of the balmy mist-
Followed by diverse creatures
Scurrying across nature's floor.

Little white flyers swarm and
Swirl against the silkened beams
Of light. Golden sun slides break-
Through the clouds.

The shadowy dusk hastens against
The day and the joyful sounds of
Nature begin to fade away - I
Hear dark voices coming my way.
As I look to the sky I see sprinkles
Of light. Silver, stitched stars
On a blanket of night.

A cell phone rings -
Heavy metal bangs -
Sirens scream -
Rapping rappers rap.

I go to the counter - refill
My cup - say to myself -
"I guess it will do 'til
God shows up."