A unique expression

A unique expression
Another currency
Poetic Pacific
Wide open fluency

To live a Life drinking
And emptying each cup
Ending in a hurry
The violin bow up

This is my Atlantis

This is my Atlantis
And on a dry spell day
It surfaces again
An island in a bay

An element, a bone
And never a surprise
It is always there, here!
And merely has to rise

Poetry haute couture

Poetry haute couture
A skilled needle and thread
Placement of syllables
In a wide open breath

The freedom of movement
A touch of avant garde
Constellation of words
On white paper black starred

Beneath the layers of

Beneath the layers of
Regret, sorrows, armor
Liquid fruit springs up from
The greatest source, honor

Spilling out it pureness
Giving future blossom
Even in darkness it
Sees like an opossum

A distance in rhyming

A distance in rhyming
And by definition
No similarities
Not even inflection

I came to fruition
You, a banana peel
I have empathy and
You don't know how I feel

Leary of weary world

Leary of weary world
Exhausted of progress
That gets us nowhere as
We deviate, digress

This social media
Is anti-social's best
No longer face to face
Anonymous protest

Begging for a corner

Begging for a corner
A turning, left or right
A break from an ago
Past tense without invite

A cross pollination
A blending, new crafting
And not the usual
Sever and re-grafting