Seaside Afternoon

Driftwood relaxes quietly on the high tide line
Ice plant forms a green carpet higher on the dunes
Purple and yellow centered flowers dot the carpet
With scrubby tufts of golden grass waving with the wind

Low tide still ebbing leaves a gray froth on the sand
As the rhythm of the waves expose tiny cockle shells
And the sea reflects the sun’s dancing diamonds
Almost blinding away the picture perfect afternoon

©2011 Michael Yost

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Senryu Forty One

Words lost on my tongue
Passion drained from my being
Death didn’t leave a song

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Freeing Verse

Seeking to find this new liberty and its benefits
Is like taking off the shackles of bondage
That I found a certain level of comfort in
Much like the hostage taken from their normal life

Then cast out into the street full of strangers
Feeling forsaken and alone once more
Then in the crowd finally finding a familiar face
I break down and cry while in full embrace

© 2011 Michael Yost

Hello From Miami

You can see from the picture
The beach is sunny and bright
But behind the umbrella
I hide from your sight
So you can’t see my tears
From missing you so
Or from seeing me now
As I Honk my nose

© 2011 Michael Yost

http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2011/08/26/free-write-friday-postcards-home/

55 MPH Race

You’ll never forget feeling despondent.
It’ll haunt you where ever you go
It’s a feeling of chest crushing hopelessness
In a storm, buried up to your neck in snow

Shaking your head and blowing warm breathe
Trying to keep the snow from your face
Suddenly it’s falling faster now
You feel you’re in a race

© 2011 Michael Yost

This is my offering for G-Man’s Friday Flash 55.  If you’ve written a story in exactly 55 words, visit Mr. KnowItAll and tell him.

Duke Loves Daisy

Capital letters for us
In the tree out back
Now about grown over
As I’m about to pack

Duke loves Daisy
Carved within a heart
Hard to make out now
Then it was our start

Sold the house
So big and alone
Without you now
The house only groans

A new couple now
With love in their hearts
Makes it feel right
Since it’s their start

© 2011 Michael Yost

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Want a New Drug*

The drug caused a spasm every once in a while
So I did what I was told and turned back the dial
To the original dose, the increase just a trial
Another failed attempt to put in my file

Like making the perfect cocktail for a client
The taste shouldn’t be just pliant
It’s the effects that have to be more reliant
Finding the right combination that needs to be alliant

I’ve seen it work; I know it’s a matter of time
There are more rungs on the ladder I must climb
Or to work down in the ditches full of grime
Facing all the ramifications in the meantime.

 

© 2011 Michael Yost

*This is a Medical, not Recreational drug.

Aunt Ruth

Aunt Ruth was true
She always came through
When mom couldn’t do
She made sure I had a gift or two

© 2011 Michael Yost

http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2011/08/19/free-write-friday-happy-birthday-to-you/

Poetic Peace

A call for help heeded not
Poetic peace be with
Strangled by this heavy yoke
Fashioned on the stith

Staggering with this load I pull
This giant monolith
Poetic peace without,
This load is not a myth

His daughter’s virtue still intact
Though we laid down in the frith
Poetic peace ne’er be mine
Be damned this old blacksmith

© 2011 Michael Yost

Wolves do Pant

Having gone past the words of no return,
I asked myself what I had learned.
Was it revenge because I was spurned?
Or that I was heard when it was my turn?

Either way I lost my chance
To be with her at my High School dance
To fight my way back to romance
Nope I won’t go there, I’ve taken a stance

© 2011 Michael Yost