Poetry: Two Haiku of A Changing Life

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“Make something of it”

I tell myself in the day

wasted in boredom.

Building my bridges

Over streams of doubt and fear

No comfort to me.

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Poetry: “Rusted Theme Park from My Childhood”

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Memories of joy forgotten

Living through the rusted frame

Silence now where grass pushed through

symbols of acclaim.

 

The kids I knew from days long passed

They’re moving to adulthood

rusting and twisted with time

from their childhood.

 

 

Poetry: “Cardinals in Spring Snow”

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Two cardinals hover,
In warm morning light,
Twirling to old lands,
Crimson wings alight.
~
Rolled clouds move swiftly,
Ready to burst forth,
White manna poured out,
Paint on rusted earth.
~
Bird chirps cease,
Hidden crickets quell.
~
The warm red feathers,
Loosing foggy breath,
Warmth sought inside holes,
Life hiding from death.
~
By next cold sunset,
A cardinal flew away,
Shivering alone,
The snow’s price was paid.

 


It snowed here recently. As a result, I saw wildlife get covered in it. The image of Spring life covered with snow was an incongruity I couldn’t ignore.

– Frank Ormond