Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Voiced // POEM: Renewed Generosity by Thomas Rivet

Renewed Generosity
When she's having a bad day, she doesn't cry.
She may shed tears every once in a while,
but they aren't shed in the name of misery, no, 
rather over an accumulation of joy.
Tomorrow, or later,
she will smile, or shine,
when she will have
turned grass greener,
given trees and bushes a chance at life,
and we may curse at her while she weeps,
with a fork, or a knife,
and for what ...
Sure she makes us wet,
but she isn't in debt
to us, the fools
who fail to see
her decency,
her renewable generosity.



Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Voiced // POEM: Zero by Thomas Rivet

In the dust
I see lust -
there is a gale
however frail or pale,
the wind blows below me.
With a whoosh
and a whistle
my oily tears drizzle
to our crust;
our moss
and dismissed and missed,
loved-one loss.

In a world unjust,
there is none to dust
nor shivers in the air.
O few know,
but in our world unjust,
zero declare.