Vows

I have agreed to the terms

I have been to the mountaintop

I have called you by name

I have done the deed

I have embraced

You have all of me

You have been waiting here

You have compassed this mountain

You have my hopes

You have eliminated the impossible

We have a savior

We have begun

We have come into this house

We have discovered moons

We have everything we need

I will survive

You will know

We will not be shaken

Lost and Found

I'm lost in the glow of glittery things, yet no diamond.

     First known when lost!

I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all.

     What's left to lose?

Moments, their perfume lost, can't be found again.

     No, nothing's ever lost!

I have lost my back and forward. What do I do when lost?

     Stand still. The trees and bushes beside you are not lost.

(Space lost its vast dimensions and

drew comfortably around them.)

I finally lost my fear.

     Wherever you are is called here.

(She found and lit a last candle.)

     I found one of your poems today. I keep them all in an envelope.

I've seen you but I'm only now finding you.

(He found himself thinking of the green park a year ago.)

I found I could say things with colors and shapes that I couldn't say any other way.

     I found you like a trinket in an old trunk.

(He found the answer down on his knees, found the great treasure standing all open.)

Free me from worry, that familiar pain, that trail lost and found.

(A clear head will find itself.)

     Wherever we are is called here. 

Questions

Why does my eye twitch?

It’s not because of you

It’s because of this universe

What is missing?

It’s the small belongings

How will I measure life?

It’s the sun, it is

well within my soul

The answer is no

It is written

The answer is never

A truth acknowledged

The answer is no

Short story

It is a far

Worthier thing



This poem was composed from Google auto-complete questions and declarative statements.

Marionettes

Boots thumping,

words brush the backs,

of the heads--

savage, convulsed mountains,

fantastic realm of the

immense spirit,

mountains of pain,

terrible fury—

this was the war he

had been handed.

His eyes swept the looming sky--

marionettes led your boy

to death—

It was a good mission

down some dark tunnel,

all the bodies underground,

slamming, warning—

white stone chamber,

white stone doors,

a mound on a grave—

Join the majority.

Composed partly of words found in "Mines" by Susan Straight and The Bridges at Toko-Ri by James A. Michener.