Little Drops of Poetry

Bits and clips of insight for the digital age

January 22, 2016 Poetry

Something says “Away”

Something says “Away” and I say yes. Soothing says something and I say.

So what a little wonder went astray

You are your nickel basket, you and your dime rhinoceros!

Get here, the wind calls it the wind, the fray calls it the fray

You and I can call it an evening day.


nickles are friendly buzzards on sideways the evening brow.
saintly misers basking and waiting, in a soluptude across the bend.
you and I call it a sunrise with marvels on the horizon bloomed.
sensing sweet nothings upon a moonray, wondering in a storm.