Micropoetry

Bow, bough
Rough bark
Shade
Rustle
Shoot
Stalk

Beware these clouds of heedless mirth
No telling what they’ll send to earth

The path ahead seems narrow
Beware your eyes’ deceit
It opens up to meet the courage
Of determined feet

We study and learn
Of ways we can earn
A title and salary
Letting us churn
Out words in a manner
Sophistic and dry:
What thinkers discern
Over crackers and chai

There is a pool in every head
Of crystal clear suspicion
Its fish are poisonously bred
And make for lousy fishin’

Feels good
Tastes good
Smells good
It’s possibly hell’s good

Not all naans are equal
So know your naans before
Your nonchalance returns you
Embarrassed to the store

Now knowledge begins with a kay
I wonder if that is to say:
“Be silent to know what you may”

Seek the truth for what it is
Not what you’d like it to be
Shake off time
Then time constrains
Time dies
Truth remains

I’ll let it slide because
I know you’ll learn someday
That all you said there was
Just all you didn’t say