Thrushold

Thrushold


The chick emerged at night
And left the shell behind
Caressed a nested warmth
Divined a sense of touch

A churning in the stomach
Whimpered out a chirping
Restless others bickered back
The rustling breezes blew
With such a sound device
The world was more defined

A leafy filter skewed the sun
In gradual delight,
The Chick, "What has begun?"
"Oh, you've never seen
This universal gift:
The gentle shade of green."

Triggered Happy

i'm back!  blank verse.  wrang, it turns out, it an incorrect past-tense conjugation of the verb "wring."  luckily, i'm ok with that.  hopefully you are too.


Triggered Happy


The shot wrang out
Liquid minutes
Bogging down the paths

The brains stormed
The sound of sunder
Shady lightening
The clouds with silver
Lining up to ogle

Giddy hails in vocal chords
Tattooed upon the lips
Now flapping of the fray
What joy has come of this.
The salvoed shots have struck
The shock has gone astray