Finesse

I reach out
Aim to connect and shape
Pass down knowledge and strengthen faith
But often words are of wisdom drought
And the effectiveness is anyone’s guess
I wish my tongue had more finesse

I reach out
Aim to sweeten and please
Show wit and kindness to those I seek
But responses are rushed, shallow, and often route
Thus my words fail to much impress
I wish my tongue had more finesse

I reach out
As the sky grows dim
Introspection recorded through word and pen
Eloquence flowing like a fount
Past blunders transformed and simply expressed
My fingers find my only finesse

 

Composed 11/11/18
Inspired by life today and the Word of the Day: Finesse. 

 

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Heavy Frost

The frost might as well be snow tonight
It blossoms in sparkles at the sign of first light
Stretches as far as the eye can see
The first day the sun has welcomed no green
The fields, so recently tall and gold
Now are low, pure white, and cold
The first taste of candy after the feast
The first warning of the upcoming beast

Composed 11/8/18

Harvester

A metal monster howls tonight
Louder than the wind
Coyotes scatter in its path
But we all call it friend
In the darkness it emits
A lonely, eerie light
Scouring unyielding land
So one day we can have a bite

Composed 10/29/18

Culture

The parking lot’s full
But it’s empty inside
While teams duked it out
Culture slowly died

Composed 3/25/18

Anticipation

Composed 9/7/17
Description: A belated response to the Daily Prompt: Anticipate.

If only I could anticipate your conversations
I could practice interactions to simulate elation
For I yearn to be in your good graces
To be admired — not one of a million faces
All I can do is watch your reactions
But I black out after failures to muster attraction
They seem to offer only confirmation
That your mind is engaged with other fixations

Shaken

Composed 1/5/17
Description: Brrrr… Inspired by life and today’s Daily Prompt: Tempted.

Shut inside a kitchen flash freeze
With windows that welcome this wintry breeze
Lungs crystalized with breaths that wheeze
Shaken from shoulders to cheeks to knees
It’s tempting to beg and tempting to plead
It’s tempting to run to the covers
And never leave