Category: Alternative Poems

The ground caves beneath
Leaving us unable to tell
Where we had been
Might as well where to go now.
Our horizon has gone.

Blast from the Past:

Let your voice thunder
Out of the earth breaking up
The ground underneath

Hiking through the forest,
In search of a monkey.

What’s that rustle in the bush?
Is that a monkey?
No, it’s a focused cat.

What’s that swinging from the trees?
Is that a monkey?
No, it’s a scavenging crow.

What’s that clamor?
Is it a monkey?
No, it’s gushing water.

What’s that brown figure in the bush?
Is it a monkey?
No, it’s a rotting stump.

Never did find any monkeys,
But in the search,
I discovered
A whole forest

Blast from the Past:

Great tree of the forest
Would stand unknown if it wasn’t
Named by cicadas

A gorgeous waterfall
A gorgeous hike
Hike through rainforest
Hike through rain
Rain will fall
Rain will end
End, please, end
End then go
Go while dry
Go, what’s next
Next comes fog
Next we drive
Drive our motorbike
Drive, mist blinds
Blind, can’t see
Blind on mountainroads
Roads turn everywhere
Roads, ascending falling
Falling temperature
Falling line-of-sight
Sights on lunch
Site to stop
Stop and wait
Stop and warm
Warmfront, rain gone
Warmed and ready
Ready to depart
Ready for home
Home, I’ll dry
Home, I’ll shower
Shower returns again
Shower but light
Light, that’s okay
Okay, keep going
Okay for now
Now, it worsens
Now, it’s pouring
Pouring down rain
Pouring onto highway
Highway floods up
Highway becomes stream
Stream, must drive through
Stream splashing water
Water not just
Water and hail
Hail on arms
Hail on face
Face this, must
Face, get home
Must get home

(This is a blitz poem about an adventure I trying to drive in Indonesia in a storm.)

Blast from the past:

Storms pass me over
Loudly erring displeasure
Just to dissipate

The Mall

Cold, sterilized air
Shops selling their combos of
Flavored sugar flour
What country even is this?
Does it make a difference?

Blast from the Past:

Markets, malls, online,
Peddling the same old stuff
Under the setting sun.

I
Let
I let you
I let you go once
I let you go before I knew

(This is a Fibonacci Poem.)

Blast from the Past:

As we moved closer,
Our rainbow disappeared from
Right in front of us.