Itch

Itch

It's an urge I can't get rid of;
It niggles at my mind.
Seven years or seventy,
Can't leave that itch behind.
It's a wish that isn't granted;
It's right there out of reach.
It's crawling through my body;
It tickles in the breach.
It tells me that we're human,
That to live is to desire,
To grab for things you can't have,
To burn with endless fire,
To twist and turn and totter,
To wiggle, scratch, and twitch,
To want and hope and holler
Until you've scratched the itch.

Heraldry

HERALDRY


Raindrops splash
a Pollack puddle,
vertiginous azure, scarlet,
argent on a field of sable,
blazoning a stormy Southern sky.

Judgement

This is the photo prompt from The Mag. For other responses go to http://magpie tales.blogspot.com




Judgement


In the morning dark,
bare feet draw
from the grass
an unexpected gift,
earth's soft nourishment.
All day long, they are busy
back and forth. All day long,
They trespass over
undeserved treasure.
And when we end
beneath the sun's long haul,
right or wrong, we are judged
by the dust we bear on our feet
and by the promises we keep
and those we fail to keep.

Buried Treasure

Buried Treasure

Torn from her by the deep,
Piled with Neptune's measure,
Precious gold, a treasure
For which, as if in recompense,
The waves lay silvered
dollars at her feet.