2017 Poem

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To the T-Rex

Published November 9, 2017 by kdorholt

trex and prey

Your stub arms
So long derided

As inefficient comedy’s
Survival of fittest

A natural joke
Seen scientifically anew

Much weightier than
Any wrestler’s legs

Two-clawed Titan slashers
Deep wounding deadly

Mass-destruction maulers
Large-body liquidators

Shreds dinosaur flesh
In quick succession

Inflicts incapacitating pain
Nerve . . . muscle . . . veins

Extreme carnage inescapable
In its evil

Let cynics snicker
Your power prevails!

Source: https://www.thedailybeast.com/whats-the-point-of-t-rexs-tiny-arms






Celebrating Autumn

Published October 7, 2017 by kdorholt

The trees brilliant–
burnished crimson, rust,
and varied yellow hues
lit by harvest sun.
Leaves rustled by the
crisp, cleansing air.
Eventually drifting
like monarchs to
the ground
forming mounds of
nature’s autumn jewels.
A generous gift,
this crescendo
of seasons. Yes!

No! My soul cries–
Decay smothers me,
bombarding my eyes
with beguiling beauty
Blood red and
jaundiced yellow abound.
Leaves withered with
blight-brown blotches
blown by remorseless
whorls of whining wind.
A season of cynically
seductive scenes.
A cataclysmic caution:
Death’s deceiving decimation.

Summer’s Valediction (9/22/17)

Published October 3, 2017 by kdorholt

I remember the book
and the small summer lake
encompassing loon lullabies

Dragonfly wings humming
at the sodden shore
among the new-sprung cattails

A southwest wind
rippling the water
into glistening waves

Weaving the wild grass
to hieroglyphics
my hair to ringlets

A soul gleaming
with summer expectations
and season’s stories

Each page I turned
held a memory
it seemed

Each sentence
I read
a simple song.


Published October 2, 2017 by kdorholt

Still holding
my breath
got easier
the longer
I walked
the farther

Second nature
to dignity
I looked
straight ahead
never toward
the men

Corroding catcalls
confined me
suppressive shocks
intent intruders
trespassing in
indefensible terms

I disappeared
a cipher
for security
for sanity
for purity
from shame

Which god
gave permission
Whose religion
imprimatured them—
I prayed
for redemption.



Sometimes Thirsty (Seniors at the A&W Drive-In)

Published September 30, 2017 by kdorholt

*Summer days were just a whisper when I wrote this poem, but they were present enough to make me long for an iced mug of root beer. From that desire, a memory sprang to mind about trips to the A&W Drive-in when I was younger and, consequently, the time I smashed a glob of ice cream from a float into the cheek of a boy I was dating. I am not proud of my action–it’s terrible. Yet . . . still . . . C’est la vie? (Written on 5/15/17.)

Sometimes, thirsty in
the not-quite-summer,
I remember your
still-unsunnied cheek
its ideal indentation–
an innocent unspoken
adolescent invitation–

The ice cream
about-to-melt scoop,
fecklessly floating
atop my
un-sipped A&W . . .
A faultless fit

The two become one.
Unbecoming–but fun!
(for the other)

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