Monday, July 24, 2023

AFTERLIFE DESIRES, a poem

 

When I cross the Styx,

let me rejoin her

and experience the aftertaste

of a delicious meal;

recall works of art:

a film, a novel, a poem,

the warmth of a blanket

on a cold winter day,

the wash of cold beer

over my parched tongue,

the taste of Irish Whiskey

and wine, red or white,

the exhilaration of winning

a race, a prize, a contest

Finally, being greeted

by a welcoming God.

Saturday, July 1, 2023

ROAD RAGE, a Senryu

 

Impatient driver

Angrily honking the horn

A foolish person