Landscape Poem Three: One End to the Other (revised)

Down the hill, if you follow the path

there in front of you will be a field

unlined, unscathed

leaves scattered all around

The sun moving across the sky

causes the shadows to dance

Continue on the old beaten path

with its cracks and rough edges

and the sound underfoot will change

as the pavement turns to gravel

and you tread upon broken stones

The path turns quickly

and you're left looking at the track

the jumping mats covered

and hurdles laying on their sides

as high school students run in circles

Soccer Ball (revised)

always with me

in case I find a few extra minutes

my passion, my love,
my identity,

in only a round ball

black and white

pentagons and hexagons

kicking you around

makes my day brighter

Landscape Poem Two: Protected (revised)

The woods around the valley

are like a big brother

to the creek that lies within

shielding it from the dangers

of the world above

The ground is covered

in fallen trees and branches

and the trees left standing

are barren, lifeless, dead.

The only sign of life

in the valley

lies in the winding creek

but even that is reduced

to a tiny rippling stream

Landscape Poem One: Nature of Time (revised)

Shadows of time

In the concrete

Pavement cracked

Yellow paint faded

Edges rough, rigid

Weathered.

That Kind of Feeling (revised)

It’s the kind of feeling

That makes you smile like an idiot

And laugh at the dumbest things

That makes the sun shine brighter

And the clouds clear on a rainy day

That makes you quote all the lines

And watch the movies over and over

That makes you lose all focus

And keep your head in the clouds

That makes your skip a heart beat

And your breath rise and fall

It’s that kind of feeling

Frisbee

It's warm and sunny outside,
seventy degrees to be exact;
it's the middle of March,
and we're in Houghton.
If that were a math equation
it'd equal a round disk
and a large group of students in the quad.

List Poem: Cliches

I may be digging myself a hole
when I say I'm head over heels in love with you.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
but there's a chair in the lounge that has your name on it.
This love's not blind
and I haven't hit the ground running
Maybe it's all a part of God's plan,
not just the blind leading the blind.
I hope this feeling stays in the ballpark
and I don't have to open mouth insert foot.

Skeletons in the Closet

The past.

It’s called the past for a reason,
so why does it keep coming up in the present?
It’s like the old cliché “skeletons in the closet”
except that’s not the case.
We don’t have any skeletons,
just memories that will never fade.

Epigrams

We don't have a cure for anything, just millions of ways to prolong death.
Wounds may heal but scars never fade.
We wear the same jersey, but we're not on the same team.
We all live by some set of rules, that's why we always draw the shape before we color it in.
I can't have what used to be mine.
Love - a four letter word that means more than a million could explain
Famous last words: "But I love her/him"