Poem: Whole

all of our pieces broken and put back again can never make whole the gestalt can be greater than the sum total of parts This week’s experimental poem is a renga; I wrote the first 3 lines and a friend wrote the 2 line response. You can read more about this poetry form by clicking

Poem: Such is the Way it Goes

Such is the way it goes
When it all seems to fall away
Into component pieces crashing
Scattering to the whistling wind
As we clamor to pick each up

Poem: The Unseen Pieces

I am unconditional
What I give of myself
I give to others freely
Except those pieces
That I keep for myself

Poem: What’s the Point

From the inside out
I can feel the decay
Setting in my veins
Watching the walls
Melting before my eyes
I wonder what it’s all for

Poem: Dinner Guest

Here’s my pound of flesh
The piece of me you asked for
A carved out prime cut
Served up on a gilded plate
For you to lick your lips
Salivating over the feast

Poem: Pieces of Me

It’s the little things
That make up memories
All the pieces of me
Held together by arms
Of experiences I’ve had