Monday, August 14, 2017

Two Highways Intersect

The echoes made Jacob feel lonely once again,
from the edges of the cliff he asked for forgiveness,
in the kind of methodical, practical way people do when they feel regret.
Sitting alone, pleading back and forth to yourself, maybe god.
He wasn't sure if the feeling left him when he decided he deserved his guilt
or when he saw a sign that sealed his fate.
Like a bird taking flight, or a wilted flower.


8/14/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, August 12, 2017

This hiatus lasted longer than expected, but I was tired and the rest felt good. Without the pressure the write three poems a week, I found myself wanting to write more than I have in the past few months. Here's a short haiku, and Monday I will resume normal posting - one original poem on Monday, Wednesday and Saturday. 


I guess I felt a bit lost
or maybe confused
but, oh, it feels much better.

8/1/2017
Riley Welch