Old memories
of the capture
subsequent imprisonment
and torture
haunted him
for most his life
but he continued to insist
surrendering his ship
had saved lives
that otherwise
would have been lost.
– matt at shadow of iris
old memories
old memories, a poem
small spaces, a poem
The heat here
is a wet sodden thing
that holds you
in a daze
while cicadas cackle at you.
The air conditioner
is a mean warden
who taunts you
and keeps you bound
in small spaces.
– matt at shadow of iris
small spaces
Random experimentation, a poem
Random experimentation
happy accidents
last minute decisions
modifications
forthcoming.
– matt at shadow of iris
a hot day, a poem
Time moves forward
but holds steady
ripples
across a puddle
a gentle breeze blowing
on a hot day.
– matt at shadow of iris
a hot day
