Random Poem

jboelhow

Sit,
Stand,
Run,
For time is falling off the edge of the table

Remember yesterday
Like a coin in a piggy bank
Turn it in
Spend it on a cup of imported coffee

I always meant to say sorry
For things I never did
To keep the rain from falling
On flowers that begged for the precipitation

A boy
A girl
A world
A tomorrow

And these words that come together
To mean
Nothing
Of course that is how all this started.

Ms. Haiku

Are you experimenting with form? I remember your poems I read . . . oh let's say 2004 I think were much more visually vertically linear. Do you feel a change in your way of writing, or did I mistake you for someone else? Sorry if I did.

jboelhow

My poetry is feeling stripped down right now. Not much description, not sure why. Thanks for reading, Ms. Haiku.