Poems from johnmalinka
New life springs forth,
Its vitality absorbed by the
Vapid matte canopy of the jaded.
“Here, Here!” the youngsters cry,
“Let us breathe...
A picture with no shadows in itHas all too much to hide.Pompous, plushy, prickly colorsWherein no truth resides.
I take my prickly marker...
A tomb of opportunities spent --
Wretched anguish fills my soul
At the sight of that ominous,
Gaping hole. Inside, with eyes
Attuned to...
Dressed in grey and black attire
Waiting at the ready
“Do you need help?”
“Have a nice day!”
Aged eyes and pursed lips
Forced into a smile...
Please, Green -- don’t go away.
I'll miss
Your endless pastures and rolling hills,
Shimmery branches in the morning dew;
Waxy leaves and...