Head on collision
Split second
Look away
Horror, the choice
Smashing into smithereens
Any hope for recovery
The body, its heart
Pavement embracing
In death
What life left
Inconsequential
Tag Archives: heart
The Lucky Penny
See a penny pick it up all day long you”ll have good luck
The scheme offering reason for bending to scrape up
What buys absolutely nothing except help on a tax
Today, the first truly hot day of our summer, while
On a well traveled road to buy a lottery ticket
From the convenience store lying at the heart of town
It laid there, dull, green, and bent in on one side, not in half
Like one would suspect pennies to be bent, if at all
This penny curled upon itself; the start of a croissant
Maybe a thumb so worried, anxious; desperate for
Something bad not to occur, or hopeful at least there might
Result from the combined efforts of all that emotion
Transferring in pressure onto this penny from that thumb
Some wish for goodness to unfold or surprise the one
Whose only hope might have been this old well used bent copper
Disc that now not even fits into a slot for coins
Nor can add much value to anyone’s purse or pocket
But at some point in time, I like to imagine that
It gave comfort to another as possibility
This ugly little penny now traveling well with me
Alone at a Conference Is Irony
Enter boldly the big room
Round tables of eight
One, just a single, no group
Nonchalantly searching
For a spot to discretely
Unnoticeably slide
Into a chair that appears
Unsaved by someone’s
Colleague, maybe their
Friend, who is running
Late and there will be
No hand that flattens
Onto the seat of this
Uncomfortable chair
While the voice indicates
This is taken, eye
Contact avoided by
Me, but she will mean
business and will pierce
My sideways gaze in
Protection of the spot
She has reserved for
Someone whose eyes
She knows by heart
Impatience
Heart, a tambourine shaking
Stomach clenching on bile,
Cacophony building
Electrically charged
Invisibility
Floating just above skin
Hands fistulas of dread
Tremulous waiting with this
Purposeless parade of
Subliminally sent
Messages hastening
To mindless receivers
Consideration pinched
Awareness simply lost
My weakness is your pleasure
Inspiration
Drivel not, never is
To be the source of this
Causing one to contort
Sway, jerk in an effort
Which from appearance seemed
Impossibility
Feelings proved creating
A tangible something
Lasting for the future
The heart felt strongly here