The birds in the trees
don’t ask who delivers
each day’s daily bread
Why then
in my molted state
should I?
The birds in the trees
don’t ask who delivers
each day’s daily bread
Why then
in my molted state
should I?
Filed under another day, birds, cosmic giggle, David M Rheins, day-in-the-life, poetry, Rheins, rhymes with mind
Through thick moss, old leaves
Spring explodes in youthful hues
Celebrating March
Filed under cosmic giggle, David M Rheins, day-in-the-life, haiku, poetry, Rheins, rhymes with mind
the wall flowers part
you push your monster head through
eyes lost in madness
Filed under David M Rheins, haiku, poetry, Rheins, Rheins/Brickley, rhymes with mind
Where would you put me
If I ceased to be this day
Nowhere I call home
Dig not the deep pit
Nor fill dead veins with oil
Singe me clean and quick
On wings of rank smoke
I shall leave as I have lived
Quiet and alone
Filed under David M Rheins, existentialism, haiku, poetry, Rheins, rhymes with mind
sounds slur thru thick air
dreamlike waiting for a train
slowly rumbling by
Filed under another day, cosmic giggle, David M Rheins, day-in-the-life, haiku, poetry, Rheins, rhymes with mind
Once wet wood now crisp
Lifeless logs alive with fire
last dance up and out
Filed under another day, art, David M Rheins, day-in-the-life, haiku, life, love, poetry, Rheins, smoke and mirrors