Poems from JKLindsey
With soft and tender hands,
he gently wipes away the leaves
of a helpless tree
that has shed in the autumn weather,
damaging the trunk and...
Evolving with each passing second
in a swaddled cloth.
Changing under the eyes
If they are constantly watched.
But if they are left,
More...
Individuality
Sits at the table of wonders
With his friends
And eats the androids,
The robots, and the clones.
He doesn’t use his napkin...
Born in the wake of the storm,
she was nurtured by its water
and punished with thunder
and inherited its temper,
striking the innocent
and...
My son:
Brighter in the summertime,
but easier to lose,
as the moisture in the humid air
makes you slip through my fingers.
Such hopes I...