Eccentric Poetry #3

A thousand papers
pain me with
a thousand paper cuts

A thousand papers
maim me with
this thousand paper weight

They pull me in
a thousand directions
my limbs feel detached

How am I to finish anything
when there are
a thousand other papers

Vying for my attention.

Eccentric Poetry 2

Transformations

I’ve seen a mound of books and homework
Ever grow in my locker. My intent?
A scholarship.

I’ve seen a pile of dirty clothes that seemed insurmountable
Sort, launder, fold, repeat
My stack shrinks.

I’ve seen a sea of sandpaper, paint and tape.
Work pays off with something beautiful.
A lovely kitchen.

I’ve met a stranger, who seemed shy
And turned into
A best friend.

I’ve seen a child
Become a woman
And bear her own.

I cannot see this minutia on my desk
Turning into
Anything worthwhile.

Eccentric Poetry

A tongue-in-cheek (mostly) look at how life doesn't turn out the way you thought it might...

A Treatise on Life

This gleaming chalice,
Hopefulness is etched along
Each shining surface.

The road leading to
Its exquisite form: Greatly
Anticipated.

Closer and closer
A wooded path guides all those
Who would seek to drink

From this Promised Cup
For surely life lies within
Its beloved brim

Approaching quickly
I dive toward the chalice
And glimpse in its depths!

I expect water,
Perchance bracing libation!
I did not expect

To see what I saw,
Something else entirely!
This adored chalice

This beautiful cup
Was entirely consumed,
And filled to the brim

. . .

With crap.