Submissions by Kairosis
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Physician, drummer, aspiring wordsmith
Universal Alchemy
I read an article
Two neutron stars collided and created gold
I understand
The meaning of my pain
Two neutron stars collided and created gold
I understand
The meaning of my pain
672 reads
6 Comments
Release me
898 reads
8 Comments
Let it out
698 reads
6 Comments
Darkness
I am here to die.
Break my bones, savor my flesh.
Live my tomorrow.
Break my bones, savor my flesh.
Live my tomorrow.
862 reads
16 Comments
haiku 1.618
mystery of life
autocatalytic loops
time creating time
autocatalytic loops
time creating time
634 reads
5 Comments
haiku bourbon
tonight I will drink
for tomorrow I shall fall
ashes to ashes
for tomorrow I shall fall
ashes to ashes
770 reads
2 Comments
A Sequoia in Yosemite
Your trunk is firm like Atlas
holding up the world against the sky.
Branched wings
spread across the valley floor.
Roots of tangled phalanges
penetrate the earth.
Your shadow belies you.
Soft and motherly.
Shading grass from August heat.
In the valley
the land completes you.
holding up the world against the sky.
Branched wings
spread across the valley floor.
Roots of tangled phalanges
penetrate the earth.
Your shadow belies you.
Soft and motherly.
Shading grass from August heat.
In the valley
the land completes you.
642 reads
6 Comments
The Great Migration
In the distance there is thunder without rain.
Dry dusty hooves pound the Serengeti plain.
Ungulate masses clog thickets and bayobab trees.
Miles and miles of wildebeest, far as the eye can see.
Some find greener pastures, others a merciless fate
as lions pick off stragglers and crocodiles lie in wait.
Each year the Summers are hotter, the herds smaller and smaller.
Time marches on for progress and pursuit of the almighty dollar.
Dry dusty hooves pound the Serengeti plain.
Ungulate masses clog thickets and bayobab trees.
Miles and miles of wildebeest, far as the eye can see.
Some find greener pastures, others a merciless fate
as lions pick off stragglers and crocodiles lie in wait.
Each year the Summers are hotter, the herds smaller and smaller.
Time marches on for progress and pursuit of the almighty dollar.
695 reads
5 Comments
Martha (c. 1885 - September 1, 1914)
They say you trembled in your final days perched in solitude.
You were the last, yet they named you after the first first lady - was that supposed to be irony?
Sometimes late at night, alone in the darkness, I think about you.
You were the last, yet they named you after the first first lady - was that supposed to be irony?
Sometimes late at night, alone in the darkness, I think about you.
588 reads
2 Comments
Lightning in a Bottle
acorn of life
carrier of the wind
primordial quantum of action
that sparked the chain reaction
from which we all descend
chance and circumstance
created us
gathering remains
of scattered flames
from the limbs of prometheus
carrier of the wind
primordial quantum of action
that sparked the chain reaction
from which we all descend
chance and circumstance
created us
gathering remains
of scattered flames
from the limbs of prometheus
571 reads
0 Comments
the greatest good
I've searched the world far and wide
crossed the continental divide
talked with yogis, rabbis, and priests
mingled with men and savage beasts
studied science and history
pondered every mystery
I've finally come to one conclusion
the greatest good is inspiration
and thus you've found me roaming around
in the deep poetry underground
crossed the continental divide
talked with yogis, rabbis, and priests
mingled with men and savage beasts
studied science and history
pondered every mystery
I've finally come to one conclusion
the greatest good is inspiration
and thus you've found me roaming around
in the deep poetry underground
699 reads
5 Comments
Rehab 2.0
unpretentious horror
doesn't feel so bad this time
sowing the seeds of change
in the fertile soil of willingness
I'll beat the drum of humility
and dance
in this garden of second chances
doesn't feel so bad this time
sowing the seeds of change
in the fertile soil of willingness
I'll beat the drum of humility
and dance
in this garden of second chances
622 reads
4 Comments
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