Three Poems by Ken Tomaro

Photo by Polesie Toys

In the almost darkness of sunset

  

the oncoming fall

and the fields have been mowed

the trees, still mostly green

the only sounds in the distance—

a train whistle and chirping crickets

the birds I thought had left for summer

were hiding in the thick branches of an evergreen tree

as tall as a giant from a children’s story

 

in the almost darkness of sunset

the silhouette of trees in the distance

takes the shape of a young boy laying in the grass

staring up at the sky

and as the sun dips farther under the covers

the silhouette child rolls to his side

falling asleep with the sun,

mother earth as his pillow

The perfect anything

 

in order to write perfectly

one would have to be perfect

and   I   am   not   perfect

I only think I am

but life is a  two-way mirror

and  the  mirror is  cracked

 

and there are two faces 

and  one of those faces is  wrinkled

and wrinkles are an imperfection

so it stands to reason

there is no such thing

as the perfect word

or the perfect poem

or  the  perfect  life

Atop this world

you sit at the very top of a tree

one summer morning,

school a million miles away

and the world sits before you

ready for your tiny fingers 

to reach out and feel it’s warmth

 

this thing they call adulthood

is only a thought blowing in the wind

it will never happen to you

 

all you will ever need to thrive is right here

in the thinning branches of a tree

all of your experiences, your knowledge

coursing through the brittle veins of its the leaves,

nature’s own biology book

 

and although you can see the world around you,

almost for miles on this clear, sun-filled day

your mind lays oblivious to much of it

but don’t let them convince you

this is a bad thing

© Ken Tomaro

Ken Tomaro is a writer living in Cleveland Ohio whose work reflects everyday life with depression. His poetry has appeared in several online and print journals and explores the common themes we all experience in life. Sometimes blunt, often dark but always grounded in reality.