"Short King Spring"
A Firmament Fulminate
Approaching Storms
In every direction, overhead
a firmament fulminate, slate and lead
nimbus clouds compelled to shed
Can’t doctor the color blindness inside my head
to see pearl-marbled cerulean skies instead.
Your Nature
I don’t claim to be clairvoyant
privy to insights from supernatural sources
But I’ve never needed augurs flamboyant
to foresee what will, or won't, succumb to seismic forces.
An opportunist infection defying nomenclature.
I couldn’t count on your protection,
I could set clocks by your nature.
Untitled
Like luminol grains incandescing trace remains
limpid blood arts become tactile telltale hearts.
Buried traumas but hibernating bloodstains
pining to turn prismatic girandoles
into lighthouses dark and devoid of souls.
About the Creator
Chris Z
My opinion column garnered more reader responses than any other contributor in the paper's 40-year run. As a stand-up comic, I performed in 16 countries & 26 states. I've written 2 one-man shows, umpteen poems, songs, essays & chronologies.
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
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