Poetry

Sun Glitter

Skipping stones to watch

the sun glitter disperse

across the water,

an attempt subconsciously made

but impossibly executed

to make more coins

from a block of gold.

My pockets are empty

and the sun still sets

but I find something resembling a feeling

that I’m the richest man alive.

Poetry

A Tear in the Simile

No, don’t think of them as tears

even though they emerged

from a depth I could never understand,

a depth of loneliness and despair.

Think instead of clear waters

to wash away the rose-colored tint

and the grimy pessimistic perception

that blinds. Can you see?

Can you see more clearly?

But why can’t I see you?