3 poems

Here are three poems I’ve written while working, at different times, in different moods. Enjoy!

 

Daniel Christopher June

 

 

 

The Dewdrop

 

The dewdrop slid

Luxuriantly down

The grassy stalk.

Paused

Shivered

Closed her eyes

And—

dropped.

 

 

Hate, waiting

 

Teeming flights

Of my seething brain.

My flush, it bites

From a cry deranged.

 

Gnawing thought

From clenched tight teeth

It bites for you

Your flesh it seeks.

 

Stamped, my legs

Are anchored here

I clear my mind:

It will not clear.

 

I lust to thrust

My hate in you

Into your blades

To drill these screws.

 

 

 

 

Structuring Order

 

I stand central

Agent of structuration

Back, Bubble arched

Fingers flying lines

Of grids, spider fine:

Crack of creation

In the jet black night;

Urge of relation,

Logos of Light.

 

 

 

 

 

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Perfection

Is

Easy

 

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