Topic: Poetry

The Moment a Heartbeat Shifts Trice 0



Michael S. Sommermeyer

Snow dusting the crest of Mount Tom,
Patches of orange and brown balm,
Cold air smell of jet metal-cased gneiss,
The moment a heartbeat shifts trice.

Clouds roll over the summit peak,
Dark anger of winter mystique,
A chill of slushy snow and ice,
The moment a heartbeat shifts trice.

Skew angle of silvery rock,
Makes way for a white aftershock,
Of wind breath’s plunging sacrifice,
The moment a heartbeat shifts trice.

Valley awaits the brewing storm,
Sunshine blocked behind veil swarm,
An aversion to inclement vice,
The moment a heartbeat shifts trice.


Limericks for my Leprechauns 0

My mother’s family was from Ireland. Although I think she would have a cringed a bit at these limericks. Isn’t a Limerick supposed to be bad?



For My Girl From Texas

There once was a girl from Texas

Who often spoke fondly of her exes,

Tall ones and short ones

Cowboys and oil barons

Too bad they can’t all buy her a Lexus.


Mule Days

I spied an old mule in a field

Fighting a bee that wouldn’t yield

He bobbed left and right

Shaking with all of his might

If only he had a bee net to wield.

 Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona Daoibh

St. Patrick’s Day courtesy of


Knight Approaches Softly 1

Sweet petals tossed on the marble
Broken and torn, they belie gentle dreams
Of failed promise and changed circumstance, the affronted deems

The vase lies shattered, broken, and cracked
A rose flows outward, its leaves bleed red
Thorns of deceit, the relationship dead

St. Valentine’s knight bends prostrate to reach
And seeks to recover the spilled flower breach
Smoothing each petal he positions each flower
Gently arranges each stem to lighten the anger
Erasing the tautness and softening the mood
A song of tenderness gifted, a faith in affection renewed

A flourish, a gesture, a new paramour’s kiss
Sweet release and dark pleasure, our lovers reminisce.

Copyright 2015, Michael S. Sommermeyer. All Rights Reserved.