You will not dry me

You will not dry me   The gladiolus in his drooped decay Sinewy bend for upside-down blooms like the wishbone of gardens. Severed ends, Rootless, he slurps In silent desperation As only a leaf’s width away In her pinstriped suit, calathea in salutation greets the sun   Perhaps punishment for poison, yet pothos tangles in…

The truth according to Clem

And now, despite her best efforts and against all better judgement, she became that which she truly never thought she would – one of those whose confusion with life, at one time, a time rather recently ago filled her with undue superiority – and yet now, here she was, unsure of life, not knowing where…

He’d Say

Yet not this time. This time, You Are Pathetic. I only asked just to hear you say no. And on we went, or so it seemed. In endless circling of looped fray, returning to the same point of insecurity. Like the gnarled oak or leggy teen, both on forever from opposing sides of mortality’s fence….

Try to count the petals on a daisy

Try to count the petals on a daisy its pollined center the dust of butterfly flight Punctured to crown the most basic Queen of gardened lawn Prickling through my imagination elsewhere in my mind I play with those long gone and long for those yet to come Through paned glass, dampened cloth I still see…

Different creatures, you and I

We are different creatures, you and I. We laugh at different jokes and cry at different times. While we look alike, we’ll never be the same. Let us each go our own way and tread two separate paths. What is for you is lovely, but it mightn’t be for me. Happiness for all of us,…

A poem for my faraway friends

Faraway friends I love you so The lists where trusted hand spills truth through ink a firm rebuttle to the intrusive thought that nobody likes me for you do Not to sound trite the millennial in her pink thanks god for social media at once an unfair glimpse into the best angles of the world’s…

Curious as a… Cumquat?

I don’t know if you listened to Episode 01 of Achingly Polite, but I stumbled across the great question of our time: What Is The Saying For Curious?! There is “cool as a cucumber” and “curiosity killed the cat”, but what about those of us who aren’t cool and don’t want death? What are we to…

Gracie

I wrote a haiku for my plant babies. My cheese plant is named is Gracie. Yes I name my plants. I stand by it. ©2018 Clementine Yost May 24, 2018 12:30:00 PST