a suite- Gentle Little Fears, Quiet Little Tears and Flowers of the Spring

Gentle Little Fears

A brazen lamplit,
Serene scene like herring swimming schools;
and clouds upon clouds, billowing. A frenzied swarm.
Take it now and shall we weep? Or clothes knit warm,
Where closet keeps
The memories torn and tattered, worn
And glasses shattered by
A cross blown horn, yes eardrums
Trembling
Behind slippery tears of moonlight
Milky, gentle little fears
Of the night.




Quiet Little Tears

Quiet little tears, ain’t so quiet
After-all
They do fall upon fertile ground
In the aftermath of tragedy,
In the wake of despair
When death has succumbed to decay,
What remains?
A soil so rich to grow the sweetest plantains!
And so, quiet tears do not fall on deaf ears,
But instead come to pass
In the mourning’s
Pouring
Rain.


Flowers of the Spring

O flowers of the spring
Please grace me with the song
You sing!
Wearing on your painted pedals,
The promise of the sun in coming days
Color me in cherry bubble presence like a bottle of champagne
And orange juice on a lazy summer’s afternoon.


^a few i wrote one morning when i was particularly inspired.