Sunday, February 15, 2015


The mote of dust
(this precious gift)
on which we drift
is fraught with lust

for selfish ends
(as it careens)
despite the means
or who pretends

they do no wrong,
(well don't we all?)
dismiss The Fall
to say we're strong

but that's an act
(a deadpan shtick)
to hide we're sick
and that's the fact

this role we play
(within the farce)
is so damn sparse
we're swept away.


Sheryl David Tanya Page Raun said...


Anne Emerson Sharp Block Bloomberg said...

the wrong says no to the upright,
when things turn around,
the audience gets upset.

in the end, nothing is true.

rch said...

Thanks and yes Anne, you summed it up well.

Anonymous said...

powerful emotions.

Susan Rafael Otter Jolie Nixon said...

it seems like the words speak of unspoken wishes.
God bless.

Iremonger Marty JacoBus Quinlan Pickens said...

stay put or sail free.
that's your option.
best regards.

Sarah Thomas Jobs Eleanor Bush said...

powerful talent.

Wojin Kimberly Eric Jack Schmidly said...

yummy poetry.
wise talent.

rch said...

Thanks for the great comments!!!