Poem-a-day catchup

[greenstorm]

#49

I write poems to my love
And she gifts me with flowers
I whisper fears to my love
And he holds me tight
I shed tears for my love
And she aches for my troubles
I come home to my love
And he warms me at night

I walk fields of my love
And she gifts me with flowers
I risk all for my love
And he holds me tight
I shed blood for my love
And she aches for my troubles
I come home to my love
And he warms me at night.


#50 “Late Stage Capitalism”

Alien nation
Of alienation
Of self, of other

Notional nation
Of monetization
Exploit and gain

Controlling nation
All authorization
Force and pain

Scrutinized nation
Constant evaluation
Judge and waste

Lingering nation
Full of desperation
To break the chains


#51

Pink tea, white cookies, grey day
The rain brings vivid brights to new greens
Brown cat, white cat, black cat
All fluffy, warm, and purring
While raindrops cling to the window


#52

Your world is so small
When you write all your love poems
Only to humans.