Other Poetry

Colors that vibrate
Spaces that echo with light
Movement within words

Word of the day:

Words have true power

they move armies, inspire art,

and challenge the norm

Symptoms

Sometimes I feel sick.
It's a green ooze, sticky, stinks.
An internal slime.

Other times I'm fine,
Head up, smiling wide, golden.
A beacon of pride.

Then those other days,
where I don't feel anything.
Those are the worst ones.

What's the solution...

what prescription do I take?

I've heard of one... love.

For my niece

Tipsy Toddler Tips

a guide to stay vertical

by me, t.a. faust

Tip One for Toddlers:

Use your hands more actively!

Grab on to couches.

Even walls can help,

while walking winding hallways,

palms bracing you up.

Tip Two for Toddlers:

Beware elevation change.

Small steps can trip you!

Watch your footing close,

placement plays important parts,

mind each obstacle.

Tip Three for Toddlers:

Nap-times increase production;

take short breaks often.

If you don't relax

(runners require much resting)

you'll sleep through playtime!

Salt

Adrift

by t.a. faust

a sailor at sea

gazing towards the future

distant horizon

plot the twisted course

mark the safe harbours ahead

prepare for action

now trim the wet sails!

stroke the creaking oars, pull, pull!

crashing waves to ride

breathe that salted air

taste memories left behind

keep the keel steady

mysterious seas

that cerulean temptress

a trickster at heart

distractions abound

maintain that plotted course

safety lies ahead

That old balcony...

my favorite place

by t.a. faust

old flowing glass spot

refracting the bay below

a seaside vista

musty brown armchair

worn soft by a thousand butts

creaking with its age

a towering king

standing opposed by his twin

dark army of wood

piping hot teapot

serene, sanguine, ceramic

pourable pleasure

on plain wooden shelves

the browning paperback books

patiently waiting

Folly's Fate

by t.a. faust

Frustrated feelings.
find footing in foolish fears.

Forever fighting.

Breathe

Draw in that cold air
Ask the world for a refund
A lost warrantee

There is no receipt
For breaths you haven't taken
Or unspoken words

There's just one option
To keep on breathing deeply
Taste that history

These Chains

I'm tired of dreaming,
of yearning for unreachables.
I'd much rather rest.

Give me silent sleep!
When I close my tired orbs
let them see nothing.

Pictures of lost days
and of friendships far away.
These are out of reach.