My Words Are My Children

My Words Are My Children
by Carl Josehart

blank pages
inseminated with ink
burst forth with
life

single words
divide and
reproduce
forming
lines
stanzas
poems

grow and
mature
become
books and
collections

my words are my
children
nurtured through
stormy adolescence
stand now as
markers of a life
bridge to the future
pieces of the past
voice during silent
eternity

 

I Will Explode

I Will Explode
by Carl Josehart

I will explode
one day
from suits too tight
to breathe
and shirts starched
to smooth out creative
wrinkles
and offices too ordered
to find the truth
among files filled with facts
but no useful information
about life
too short not to be lived
each day
precious
moments
and opportunities
slip away
routine
beckons
like that comfortable corner of the couch
that seems to
sap energy
and fits comfortably
no reason to rise
no call to action
save
the deep
cry
struggling to be heard
through TV ads
and delinquent bills

I will explode
one day
and splatter
creativity
on a regimented world
a barrage of color
will rain on black and white
nine-to-five


via Daily Prompt: Overworked