wednesday, april 3rd,
2019
gentle moon
brimming with somnolence
a crystalline beacon projecting
deep into the recesses of
my darkly lit room
coaxing me to step out for a kiss
wednesday, may 8th, 2019
a high-spirited golden retriever
opulent fur
protruding tongue
adds animation to the twilight
another case of an animal
outshining the bleakness
of a lonesome walk to the grocery store
closest to my home
friday, may 31st, 2019
1.
a robin laid to rest
entrails splayed
crestfallen spirit idling overhead
raw forest fillet
2.
minute maggots chip
at our fallen friend
reduced to mere
beak and putrid plumage
3.
carrion is in
short supply
matted into the
soil and debris
Samuel Strathman is a Jewish/Canadian poet, author, and educator who was diagnosed with a non-verbal learning dis/ability at the age of seven. Some of his poems have appeared in Talking About Strawberries All of the Time and on the Chaudiere Books blog. He lives in Toronto, Ontario with his cats Archie and China.
gentle moon
brimming with somnolence
a crystalline beacon projecting
deep into the recesses of
my darkly lit room
coaxing me to step out for a kiss
wednesday, may 8th, 2019
a high-spirited golden retriever
opulent fur
protruding tongue
adds animation to the twilight
another case of an animal
outshining the bleakness
of a lonesome walk to the grocery store
closest to my home
friday, may 31st, 2019
1.
a robin laid to rest
entrails splayed
crestfallen spirit idling overhead
raw forest fillet
2.
minute maggots chip
at our fallen friend
reduced to mere
beak and putrid plumage
3.
carrion is in
short supply
matted into the
soil and debris
