Poem-A-Day #198 : Sonnet for the End of Days

Sonnet for the End of Days

The earth is awake

Opens itself all over then leaves the mouths to hang open
like old wood doors and gates that will not shut in their swollen frames

It Venus flytraps - honeys the corners of its lips

The earth is hungry

All that melting has it in a bulking mood
pre-gaming the workout the salts of bodies will electrolyte it

It is not content to feed on the constant churn of slow-moving rock
or the bursting of dead bodies into it

The earth is needing is in heat is feral it cannot even deal right now

The grinding within is the sound of teeth mid-nightmare
is the refusal to smooth itself the refuting of self

Negation and scorched salting

The earth is a death-throe from knocking itself out

Poem-A-Day #127 : Ode to Rain

I attempted to to turn this not a real ode into a real ode. Sort of.

The Original :

Ode To The Figure (4/15/99)

Through the dense fog

a figure moves.

The blinded moon

watched as silently 

as it could.

Green-toed rains

creep in on mouse feet.

The clicking of H2O

forms into droplets

causes shelters to fill.

Through the dense fog

a figure stands there still.

Edit :

Ode to Rain

Through this wall-like fog a shrouded figure drifts

Bleached rags spindle in the darkness and light - The

green-toed rain creeps slantwise across the earth on silent mouse-like feet

The sound of clicking water forms into pear-

shaped droplets - Each being seeks a shelter

There is joy in damp as life flows from the figure's fingertips

Through the dense wall-like fog the figure stands vigil.