Monthly Archives: January 2012

Poet’s Quill

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

Senryu Forty Nine

Don’t borrow sorrow
You’ll always have tomorrow
Wait, today is young

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/10

Sorrow by Dechobek at deviantART


Halo Frost

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


Feeling a little down
Pealing out the sound
Everyone else reels
Free verse seems the deal

Snap, snap, snap

Destroying the old myths
Climbing new zeniths

Silence steals my voice
Nowhere near to go
Rhyme is close behind
She’s a jealous muse

Demons ducking death
Deepens depression
Merry making mask
Muscling mania’s myth

Atop the zenith
The clouds roll below
Valleys, hills and plain
Seen through the sun’s shafts


© 2012 Michael Yost 1/9

Surf Sounds

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

Senryu Forty Eight

Did butler do it
Using imagination
Mystery deepens

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/7

Senryu Forty Seven

Can’t stop it or fight
The past appears as I write
Behind me’s just there

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/7

Swing to Wings

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

Round Here

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

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

Haiku 14

Whispering willow
Serenading songs sung sweet
Tufted titmouse teases

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/4

The Hair After*

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

*For Poets United

An Empty Room

It wasn’t always so
Life and laughter emanated bright
Miles of smiles and tears of fear
And heartbreak but always
Recovered by night
Stories and joking
Brought men from near and far
Around the table in patio chairs
Just outside his room (a sober bar)
Always was a diet Shasta
In his refrigerator for you or me
The table filled with outdoor catalogs
And ashtrays
Always kept empty
His heart was giving
And his brain was keen
He would always help
When you were in between
The room’s now empty
He passed away
All debts and tears forgiven
As of yesterday

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/3

Senryu Forty Six

A man with a quill
Writing the next best seller
Not tickling his nose

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/2

Senryu Forty Five

Destinations hope
Among the many before
Finding the right path

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/1

Heaven and Hell

Thoughts of you are a hurtful habit
You hop in out of thin air like a rabbit
Occupying my brain like it was Wall Street
Knowing no other thoughts can compete

Preoccupation and or obsession reigns
Don’t act like this is new or strange
We’ve all fallen under that magic spell
Where love crosses paths of heaven and hell

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/1