Bio Note: I had the honor of being an early contributor to VV and I miss the community spirit. Most of my poems are written in the short forms of tanka, haiku and senyru, but I do write some that are a bit longer. You can find my shorter poems on instagram@ksla1948. I live in Worcester, Massachusetts with my wife - and I am owned by two one-eyed cats.
Trees Outside my Window
bare-limbed souls of Buddhist monks reincarnated for thinking too much frozen in one present moment suspended between ideas until the next life
At the Courthouse
last year’s leaves scattered on the ground after the hearing we walk without speaking to our cars shivering in the march wind and still holding hands
A Sumo wrestler sits like a stone at the entrance to a tomb where my body seems to be and I can’t find a way out. I thought the script called for a real stone but who knows where in the caverns of my past this dream comes from and I can't even imagine the miracle skills it would take to save this revolving heartbreak of a world. Please, Lord, if You’re there send angels, enlightenment and a Dunkin’ medium with two sugars and cream and - if I don’t see You - thanks in advance for the coffee, the grace and the morning sun so warm on my face.
©2022 Ken Slaughter
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