Poetry by Ken Tomaro

Image | Meum Mare

Just after the big bang

there is no greater feeling

I have known

than simply being a child

on a summer day

 

or knowing I was born

and lived my youth

in the perfect decades

 

when tigers used to smoke

I cannot deny

with all that has come,

with all the upheaval,

the uncertainty and hate,

with the planets spinning 

counter-clockwise,

and all the cracks 

in our foundation,

with the collective unkindness,

the ugly, wrinkled faces

on the side of evil,

with a darkness that breeds fear,

which breeds abandon and 

surrender,

which breeds 

servitude

 

I cannot deny the sun

and it’s warmth

in every sense

Understanding 

is leaning your head back, smiling while you think of the trees in the back lot on a rainy summer day. it’s a Saturday snow storm when you were a child. it’s wondering would my father have been disappointed to know I was never a die-hard Browns fan like everyone else? and realizing it never mattered.

© Ken Tomaro

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, exploring the common themes we all experience in life. Sometimes blunt, often dark, but always grounded in reality.

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