the monsters to fear

i saw the photos and read the story of our vandalized walking path. here's what most "burns me up," as my dad would say. the destructive act? the fire starters themselves? no, i think it's the foolish insolence of online responders. (note to self, once again: it is best to avoid reading such comments!)


cross over

found out the bridge was burned
real bridge, real fire
some one dared destroy
some thing we all enjoyed
public property
how uncivil

how uncivil
public commentary
slander pointing fingers
to find imagined solace
in eluding inner vandals
whose bridges we've tried to burn


*poem written by c. l. atkinson for random acts of poetry

why not?

i haven't included any poems here. however, poetry is summoning again because i've been neglectful. again. this month is national poetry month, so why not include one now? it's a little one i wrote in response to someone else's prodding. (thanks, l.l. and RAP!) i think i need to set up another blog for this kind of thing. that, or change "ours" a bit. so far it's only seen entries from me and doesn't have the exact shape i imagined. hmm.

join me. inhale and exhale some more sweet lines this month.


because it's april

why write a poem
words to share
to dare spill what's within
like the clutter on the desk
seem unrelated worthless
yet have their place
tape measure, hole puncher, dollar bill
and the camera's back is turned
as if to say
none of you matter

- c. l. atkinson