poetries

Too late, Raven, too late

You left them to their fate

Vanished, gone, or just moved on

Empty waters reflect your song

All is lost along the strait

Too late, Raven, too late

Go and find the Haida Gwaii

Nothing can escape your eye

A storyshaper, an empty craft

No substance in the shallow draft

Too late, Raven, too late

Empty magic's lonely state

Soon the mists will hide the land

Protect it from invading hands

Useless now to perch, to wait

Too late, Raven, too late 

on reflection:

an infection,

by injection,

of creative

circumspection

is a step

in the left direction

would you like to have another
         i'd rather have an other

howzabout . . . riper lemonade over quail
         mayhaps . . .the tiger neighed for sale

allnighter truelove fail
         no writer crocheted kale

my geiger arrayed for sale
         la sniper obeyed voicemail

indicter 'fraid to nail
         reciter downplayed jail

a hyper mermaid into whale
         a tighter shape of trail  
a viper made of shale
         a wider faded pail
a fighter weighed off scale

          a whiter shade of pale

yes
         yes

whew that was a chore
         an other?

nope