Poetry. Man from Nantucket. Revised by Paul Klusman.

In Nantucket a man there was

Anatomically blessed because

He performed a feat

I can't repeat

For the sake of profanity laws

Poetry. About my poetry.

Patterns
By Paul Klusman

The thing about poems
That I often write
Some follow a formula
Some don’t

Poetry. About gratitude.

Cat Food

By Paul Klusman

The thing about cat food

It's what I feed my cat

Although he never tells me

I think he's grateful for that

Poetry. About sanity.

Oatmeal

By Paul Klusman

The thing about oatmeal

It's always boring and plain

It would drive some crazy

It helps keep me sane

Poetry. About uncertainty.

Oranges
By Paul Klusman

The thing about oranges
You never know what you got
Some are sweet and juicy
Some are not

Poetry. About tasks.

Hard Boiled Eggs
By Paul Klusman

The thing about hard boiled eggs
You never know what you got
Some are easy to peel
Some are not

Poetry. About a cool morning in spring.

All the World Was Green
By Paul Klusman

One cool morning late in spring
I sat on a wooden beam
On the edge of a quiet meadow
And all the world was green

The sky was gray the clouds heavy
No ray of sun was seen
Breathing in the sweet air
And all the world was green

A gentle rain began to fall
Caressing soft and clean
My skin, the grass, the trees
And all the world was green

Tiny drops collected on my face
Tiny rivers to convene
Ran joyful down my cheeks
And all the world was green

I heard a chorus of voices
What wisdom could I glean?
There was life all around
And all the world was green

Time Waits for no man
But here so serene
I paused fully alive
And all the world was green