By Thomas Page The world around me is starting to petrify. The leaves are graying and the grass dies. The evergreens even start to lose their gloss. The public will start to hang colorful lights to combat the cold But the sun sets earlier and earlier, almost by the morn. The lights will come down … Continue reading The Petrified
“Above the Mountains”
By Thomas Page A new year is born in the dead of winter. The sun sets above the mountains. I can feel the chilly air as it blows through barren trees above the mountains. The spring comes like a mewling child, trembling from dying winter’s grasping fingers. It shakes off the snow which melts into … Continue reading “Above the Mountains”
Atlas of Puddles
By Thomas Page Have you ever seen an atlas of puddles Speckle the pavement? An atlas of puddles My feet are wet to the bone, my socks drenched And my shoes seemingly soaked, man. An atlas of puddles The pavement undulates ever so low Making deltas in the city plan An atlas of puddles The … Continue reading Atlas of Puddles
Tommy Haiku #95-98
By Thomas Page "What happened to your Knee?" I hit it with shovel I swung 'round my head Two happy little Pigeons sit on fire pit Unaware of it "Let's start a fire" We gather ample kindling It's too wet to light "Happy Autumn Days" They said but it's 82 Today and I'm hot
Tommy poem – hurricane
Sestina- French form. One poem Hurricane by Thomas Page Calm birds go berserk, palmettos swaying Gently until the sky darkens sharply With the howl of the Sahel's wet season Rushing over the Atlantic islands With an eye spinning on itself until It veers towards the Americas. Having No indication of what it is having … Continue reading Tommy poem – hurricane
Tommy Haiku #19-20
I was born on a Rainy night. The rain seems To soothe me to sleep Rich Florida thunder Rocks the house so much, almost Frying the circuits
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