Seeled Nightjars

The more I grow
the smaller I feel

alluding to the numbers,
volume made us feel safer
en masses
more than a speck or sparrow

excommunication
was what was said
by those who asked
the owl

in stead of the tree
Who
watched us scatter
the wait in seeds
while he preyed.


Photo credit By Benjamint444 (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)], via Wikimedia Commons.

The most Prolific Poet I know

Prolific is not the same 

entitlement

as being called Profound

And despite how Proud

and Pretentious many P words

(such as these four) sound,

the difference 

is in the detonation.

I propose the pretension

that I am the most 

prolific 

(horrific) terrific

(pretending) poet I know-

yet notably remain unfound.

The prose does not resound

which goes to show-

Err Go

I have not a smatter-

of the latter. 

Image of painting by Umberto Boccioni, (1912) Horizontal volumes [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.