Observational Poems by New Members

Mouthfuls of mindfulness
invading my senses
inhaling , patience complacence
what is this foul fragrance
unfamiliar, alien
yet verbatim
a sleepless ultimatum
or let them be alien?

Echoes of old stone-
Blood, quills, the stars all entwine.
A child's voice ascends.

They say you can't go back...
cause it won't be the same...
be it a job, relationship or a hometown -
unless you return in a box...like my daddy.

The body of my father...a very big man
of 500 lbs...was transported by train...
across the state of Michigan from large city
back to his small town birthplace.

I don't know if the town had changed
in the years Dad had been gone...
as I had never been there before...
he had moved to a bigger city after Vietnam.

The funeral director named off others
with our...

With no more than 3 seconds left on the clock, and a mere deficit of 1, that building anticipation was like no other. Like every fiber of my body stood on guard to wait for the conclusion, I watched. Oh, I watched. With a deep intensity, like my life was decided by this last point, I watched.

In a singular millisecond, everything stopped. We all did. Buzzers blaring and a crowd hollering. We all realized we had won.

As each and every person adjacent and across from my seat in the stands erupted in a combination of laughter, joy, and surprise, I myself realized something....