Short Poems

I’ve been trying to step out of my comfort zone by producing a mix of short and long poems. Just because it’s short doesn’t mean it’s bad. I need to get over it.

Buried

When my time comes,

let nothing separate my rotting flesh from soil.

Take what’s needed,

bury the rest,

and let me be forgotten.

Polycarpic

Some flowers bloom only once

Before their petals wither

And senesce.

How lucky we are

To bloom again and again.