fossilized raindrops
from a long time ago
Their craters remain
and I’m grateful for ’em
For the grumpy Apricot
A Poet’s Interactive Adventure
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- If you decide to be pragmatic, go to page 3
- If you decide to be emotional, turn the page
—39—
- If you decide to take the realistic path, go to page 1
- If you decide to take the fanciful path, turn the page
—42—
- If you decide to play it safe, go to page 2
- If you decide to risk annihilation, turn the page
The Shock of Remembering
Water droplets burst their majestic energies onto struggling seeds that spasm and squirm into a new existence. The hardwood forest reduced to serving man his pity—resilient to all that dare to penetrate its nebulous swirls and knots—a universe of its own threading. Galaxies of diamonds implode into stillness. There’s a blush, and a motion involving a perfect ear.
The Perfect Run-on
Had I been still
writing at the time
I’d have delighted in
that funny Irish song
you sang with your sister
A splattered world
Indeed. I think it is time we examine what type of culture we want to live in, and work towards it.
And, yes, I do think that a single post title—instantly amplified and multiplied—has an effect on how individuals relate on a social level.
We need to understand that we are currently building the future.