Category: Narrative Poem

Simple Pleasures: The Battle of the Orange

Battle is eminent, My fingers feeling the bumpy, porous skin know this. The skin is the enemy, my nemesis.  Cruel, firm, unyielding, it guards The sweet citrus prize. Battle has begun, My fingers clawing the bumpy, porous skin know this. The surface is difficult to penetrate. I hook a tiny section And draw the first … Continue reading Simple Pleasures: The Battle of the Orange →

Simple Pleasures: A Walk in the Rain

It’s dark outside today,  The clouds are grey and thick with rain That falls, a wall of grey and song. Little drops, so cool and clear, Are little notes that all combine In a symphony of musical noise. It’s lonely outside today, The park is empty and abandoned, There’s no one here, save me The … Continue reading Simple Pleasures: A Walk in the Rain →

The Empty

               He couldn’t think of any way to identify this place. It wasn’t small, that much was true. It wasn’t large either. It wasn’t ugly, but it wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t hot, but it wasn’t cold. It wasn’t barren, nor was it verdant. It wasn’t dark, nor was it bright.            There were no people, that much … Continue reading The Empty →