Hoosier Poet

Monday, April 13, 2026

Interpreting

From out of nowhere:
horn, brakes screeching, cold steel, dark...
I wake with a start!

Linking

With hope and focus

her symbol drawn in crimson,

uniting the worlds.

Transparent

They call for cease fire
Not for peace, but the time
To bomb someone else.

Dreaming

The Daemon whispers
when we go to sleep each night
trying to guide us.

Starting Point

One measly pull-up,
with an assistance band, too!
A point to build from.

Proper Sleep

I crashed out early,
and woke a bit easier...
A novel concept!

Field

Unutilized land
used by the homeless to sleep,
but Field purges them.