Seeping Maculation

 

No nightingales near 

The river—even the reeds 

 

No longer rustle. 

 

 

 

Au Naturel Worldly Delight

 

Ingrained in the rock, 

The stuff that dreams are made of, 

 

Specks of sand packed tight. 

 

 

 

Curt Anti-Didactic Tactic

 

You can only teach 

A poem so 

 

Much, the less 

The better, so better 

 

Keep your mouth shut. 

 

 

Full-flowering Mellow Yellow

 

Full of brass and precious 

Blundering you were 

 

All volume and no 

Low-key till 

 

She showed you how classy 

Sweet silent saffron could be. 

 

 

 

The Alpha And Omega Good News Of The Day

Those in the know insist 

You have to 

 

See it to believe it, 

But nothing about 

 

It’s only 

The beginning 

 

And too often 

In the end, it’s never 

 

Good enough 

To be true, let alone 

 

Comprehend.