On being

Awake, aware, alert, this

Transformative stretching of

The mind

Engages all our

Natural senses for a

True existence

In a kind

Of world that often shows

No patience.

Metesticca?

Sliver of wood, now silver or

Plastic, or of other stuff, your

Oval bowl holds just enough

Of what I want to shove in my mouth.

Now, that is good, without a doubt.

So, what's the...?

Pin pricks or

One twelfth of a pica

Is this small dot that’s

Not unlike a sharp, metal

Tip, which fencers like-a.

Tragedy

A fine fall day

Calls to mind a

Costly thought;

It ought not to have been so!

Dare we question the

Ever-watchful Eye’s will?

Never? Even though

That time haunts us still?

In memory of John Charles Moore (1964-1982)

Noun

Becoming an

Entity

In this world is a

Natural, fundamental

Gerund.

Speak

Vocal utterance

Of our

Innermost thoughts might

Come out in whispers if quashed

Enough.

Strain of competition

Slipping or dripping through holes

In this tool,

Elements separate for a

Very good use, while part of the whole

Ends up as refuse.