Red Wall rising up out of Sea,
a construct carved of fault.
Watery pillar of salt
licking Asia’s shores.
Tsunami, your wave signals goodbye.
Eden’s lost and found:
Karl Nilsson’s parents
and 2 brothers.
Gluttonous, global avarice devours
Throw away rotting flesh and disease,
that toiled and healed and cared.
Sumatra freshly brewed,
bleeping video cameras, unmanned.
Who will be your witness?
If the youth didn’t disturb dead ancestors while making love,
the Sea wouldn’t be
I can’t get no satisfaction.
Despairing spirits drowned,
living in thirsty graves.
Nick, you weren’t there,
Noah build your ark!
Caught in a blizzard, stiff
Its icy fingers gripping at my throat
the white night blinds my step
Jeering wind mocks me
Its garlic pickle breath
stuffs my voice
Blinging hoarfrosted trees taunt my poverty
I rip them to shreds in defiance
Their icy crystal deposits clog my arteries
white powder of gold, wasted on babies bum
The blackened ink rushes from brain and limb
freezing up my pen
Buck up Nick! Watashi wa Regina.
Get used to the friggin’ frigid air
“God only knows why he left his home in the south to roam.”
By Shuana Niessen (20 Little Poetry Project Exercise)
Heavy weight of ink on paper
Ratified and gratified
Blue, blood-stained bond paper
Bonds of affiliation and kinship
24 pound first choice
Agreements of Divorce
Be careful what you signify
In the bond of signature
And heavy weight of Ink on paper
The Fall of Life
Sadly, the leaf clings,
like an infant rooting for its nourishment.
Violent gusts slowly sever
beloved from limb
in the fall of life.