Home for Christmas
Cold night
Heavy snow
Red sign
Turn here
Cross bridge
Find driveway
Turn in
Ring doorbell
Hug Grandma
Give gifts
Tell stories
Make dinner
Eat dinner
Smile softly
Listen eagerly
Sit down
Close eyes
Sleep soundly
Tag: poem
Capturing Campus: Christmas for the Dead
Christmas for the Dead
In the graveyard
with holly and mistletoe
on old oak trees
bare limbs and tinsel
a celebration past sundown
paper snowflakes on headstones
and candy cane bouquets
that can’t be eaten by those with
missing fingerbones and teeth in odd places
and no nose to redden
from the biting chill of eve
but they gather and lounge
on hills that are their final home
to proclaim the festivities are for all
and to all a goodnight
~Sappy Daze~ Day 9
be free the insects labor tirelessly dutifully carrying out an agenda of an agenda drone bees lose sight of who they are without realizing they drone into workers without realizing worker bees forget why & who they are laboring for - sappy
Capturing Campus: Last Winter
Last Winter
ice webbing
a glass floor fallen
through thudding ear drums
driving choking breaths
borrow seconds
weigh options
hold for saving graces
the cold weighing
down
down
down
give organs pause
slow the trickle of blood gone bad
vicious is the water
speaking silent thoughts
goodbyes to those
not drowning
~Sappy Daze~ Day 8
With 1 Being the Worst, on a Scale of
1-100,
I feel like I’m a solid 45.
1-10,
I think I’m about uh 3(?) or maybe 4? Nah, 3.
1-5,
I’d say 2, only because I don’t want to say 1.
0-1,
I’m not a fraction’s worth.
- Sappy
Capturing Campus: Gluttire
Crack the knuckles
at the knot
Tug the jaw
leave it slack for consumption
Gulp eggs whole
Thread chicken between teeth
Strands of sticky sauce
in the corners
and globs of rice on spoons
Molars press on bones and bread
Drink the wine and wince
at the bitter in cavities
and bleeding gums
Taste saccharine
songs of ice cream melting in
momentary pleasure
Plead with paprika
stinging of soup
and hunks of potato
in the battered pheasant
On the table
slice with knives and devious eyes
pork rinds and punishment
A bulk in the chest
begging for
one more bite.
