A few light pieces

Drawing I found in a childhood notebook

Not all poetry needs to be stone-cold serious and weighty. Here are 5 short, light poems; I hope you enjoy.

Bursting

Too many, too much, 
Far too much I read, thought, 
Touched today-
Scrambled is my brain,
A grey egg, scrambled, 
Fit for naught,
Ought to be gambled away.
Or caught,
Trapped in clay, 
Never sought,
Nor fished out—
Till April, maybe May,
I can go without.

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Skiing rhyme

The crows float downslope
More carefree than me;
With numb, bloodless feet
And calves that can’t cope.

I’ll forget the hope
Of reds: stick to greens,
Drink pricey coffee,
Watch the pros, and mope.

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Rain

The rain pounds and pounds 
Against the window.
A question:
What’s so bad up there,
To be so anxious to come in?

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Mont blanc

A white expanse—
Mountains slumber and snore,
Sending snowflakes careening
Through air, looking to be 
Caught and meditated upon
For their beauty by a child,
Or their fractal symmetry 
By a mathematician.

Mont Blanc clears its throat 
And coughs up a blizzard—
He acts asleep,
But I know this is a defiant
‘Get off!’.

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It’s true

Birds rarely commiserate 
But when the worm is blue 

They do