Tear filled ink pot satisfies the poet’s quill
Flooding the scroll, reaching for reasoning
Searching for tomorrow’s love?
The mage enters and dust rolls from underfoot
Settling onto the tear etched scroll.
Coming into view the combined
Dust and tears predicting the future
The poet rolls the scroll up quickly
Nothing good comes of this
Opening doors of false discernment
The mage’s dust corrupts
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/10
Posted in Free Verse
Tagged Corruption, Discernment, Ink Pot, Mage, Magic, Pedicting, Poet's Quill, Scroll
Don’t borrow sorrow
You’ll always have tomorrow
Wait, today is young
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/10
Sorrow by Dechobek at deviantART
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Rubber crunch under light foot falls
Sound swallowed by the fallen snow
Red brick chimneys curling wood smoke
Mercury vapor street lamp’s halo frost
Stopping in solitude just to contemplate
Three inches of new fallen snow
On the smallest of limbs and
Wind whipped corners free of any new snow
Breathes hang in the air until dropping
Water vapor collects under nose and crystallizes
In the mustache and beard before being wiped
Away by the frozen mittens from previous wipes
The milk from the store grows heavier for the morning
And there’s three more blocks to go trudging
Finally the mercury vapor lamp that lights our porch
Stomping up the stairs and removing the mittens
Because frozen they just turn around the door knob
Now it’s time for a hot chocolate and Johnny Carson
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/10
Posted in Free Verse
Tagged Contemplation, Crystallizes, Frozen mittens, Halo Frost, Hot chocolat, Johnny Carson, Mercury Vapor Lamp
The water was cold but the night was warm
Walking the beach always calmed my soul
Phosphorus danced in the ankle deep surf
And lit up my white linen pants
That was rolled up to my tanned shin
Three Times a Lady was playing softly from the dunes
Two concealed lovers giggled as I walked past
My mood lightened and I allowed myself a smile
Remembering she left that afternoon
I stopped and imagined a plane dissolve into the stars
Heaviness returned and a breeze chilled my wet bare feet
Startled when Brick House blared, I started back
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/8
Posted in Just Write
Tagged Beach, Chilled, Commodores, Concealed Lovers, Surf Sounds, Warm
Did butler do it
Using imagination
Mystery deepens
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/7
Can’t stop it or fight
The past appears as I write
Behind me’s just there
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/7
The sun kissed her cheeks
and danced in her eyes
Pulling the swing ropes
With hopes she would fly
Disappointed she jumped
High up in the air
Landing on her feet
Like a cat you’d swear
She built wings to wear
To jump off the swing
She gained a few feet
I heard her heart sing
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/6
I caught it without trying
And now it causes pain
As the dark clouds roll in
Ozone builds, then comes rain
No way to explain it
I’m not sure germs were passed
I know I didn’t want it
But it feels like I’m gassed
I know it won’t go way
My chest feels like it’s crushed
She said hold on real tight
But now I’m feeling rushed
The church is up ahead
A shotgun at my back
It’s no dam funeral
Why am I wearing black
It seems this is normal
The way it’s done round here
I wish I hadn’t caught it
It came with too much beer
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/5
Shadows disappear
Corrupting sunset’s intent
As you still linger
Under the blanket of night
My down comforter fails too
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/4
Whispering willow
Serenading songs sung sweet
Tufted titmouse teases
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/4
As my hair line recedes
My anxiety does surge
With this significant hair loss
This is no trivial urge
To just shave my head
Allowing baldness to emerge
And that music you now hear
Is called the Norelco dirge
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/3
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A man with a quill
Writing the next best seller
Not tickling his nose
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/2
Destinations hope
Among the many before
Finding the right path
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/1
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