Short Poems

“Believe it or not, I’m appeased by the ripples:

I don’t wade in the waters, I submerge - I keep going deeper;

Seeping, pervading sentiments are synthesized below the basin’s radius;

Within the width, length, and height of the reservoir’s where I recieve my initials;

The volume’s increasing - the container is plastic;

Thoughts are like solutes and the solvent’s fantastic:

Feelings fix problems - the solution is drastic.”

- Old Dying Joe

“True one - unperturbed by blues - run right towards the surf;

Sun hung above - wrung rays, absorbed the warmth

- Receding colors at once advanced;

Entranced - completely smothered by the hum of chance;

Another dance - some serenity within my stance;

I’ve set my plans.”

- Old Dying Joe