Warm Earth

The ground overturned itself
Under the force of the storm

Mixing and churning bubbly
Smelling Earthy

Letting the drops tear it apart
And mix it back together again

The pavement hissed
Cooling and unruly
Beneath the open sky

Mud and filtered water rushed in tiny streams down pathways

And any crack it could fit

Flooding ant hills
Washing wet warm worms

Spilling splashing one over another

Fresh Clean New
Sunrises first cleansing.

2/27/2015
Riley Welch

Sense

Like electrical current
Running rampant
Through plump live cells
Echoing through membranes alike
And plenty
Raining whatever
You, you.

Taking the
Hope
You have left

A shock to fresh tissue
Left a mess.

2/26/2015
Riley Welch

Boom

Sometimes my foot steps fall faster than I want them to.

And tugs at metaphorical heart strings hold too tight to let me snake out from under their grip.

I just don't feel depth like I did.

I'm a linear equation.

But not increasing in rate.

I'm parallel to the x-axis.

Drifting forever to the right.
The left.

Carrying heavy feet one.

Over another.

Pitter.

Patter.

Drip.

Drop.

Splat.

Riley Welch
2/26/2015

Favorite Fridays

This week's post is three in a series of seven, the beginnings of which can be seen in the last few weeks Favorite Friday post.

The author has asked to remain anonymous. 

Wednesday came at a frat party over beer pong. Wednesday’s hands always seemed to rest on your ass, but you were so drunk you didn’t care. Wednesday only lasted one night, and sometimes it takes you a minute to remember his name. But Wednesday was sweet, and made sure you were ok. Wednesday was gentle and never forced you to do anything you didn’t want. But the problem with Wednesday was that you met at the wrong time. He was wonderful and sweet but you were still trying to get over Tuesday. Wednesday gave you confidence that you could move on. Wednesday freed you, and let you go wild. Wednesday taught you that not all people are bad; you just have to meet the good ones at the right time. 

Repetition

Mismatch
Rag Tag

Munch Bunch
Oh boy

Crunching leaves
And patterned jeans
Sunsets
Lava
Boy

Stuck together
Not at all
Hidden in a bundle.

Right and light.
Play pause stop
Eject restart

Replay again.

Do not hit rewind.

Riley Welch
2/25/2015

Pitter Patter Keyboards

And the gentle pitter patter
Of keyboard rain drops

Could be heard sprinkling off the hands of students

This one is important
The voice echoes off
The walls

And the rain winds up
And pours onto the word
Documents

And notes

And maybe a few emails
And gently rocks
The worn
To sleep.

Riley Welch
2/24/2015

State Change

Laughing sunshine days
A cool breeze
But there's still bright light
Washing over you

You'd be drowned in it if you could
Splashing happy

Lapping waves of crystal clear

Hello familiar friend

You're warm today.

Riley Welch
2/19/2015