PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The cereal box sitting on the table in front of me is only a bit blurry.

I can make out words on a page.

I’m very comfortable reading them out loud

in front of a cast of rifle-wielding speech pathologists.

The act of putting the words together,

therein lies the struggle,

the creative process of putting on a play inside my bones.

The bananas in front of me are only slightly blurry

and they are getting smoky from the fire that started

the distracting smoke alarms ringing in my ears.

I sprinkled sunflower seeds into the pancake batter.

Somewhere in this jungle,

a lion killed his stagnant pray,

investing time and energy into the simple task.

He eats the antelope, but cannot taste the flavor.

The lion had looked at the antelope from afar

mulling between necessity and convienence

while the antelope grazed for sometime

eating grass, roaming in circles,

and smacking his lips.