Two Poems

By Dave Wood

by its name

that nothingness gets everywhere – omni- there
and so on – poses as a stranger as it can
ekes into our mental state – has a flair
for catching up with us – ubiquitous as sand

spread out in thinnest ways it seems to run
into our eyes and sleep and mucous ways
we cannot shake it off – dangerous it’s gone
and turned to something more than days

can handle – it’s gone to weeks then months
nothingness has no pants on – shakes its thing
in our faces and piddles in cracks and bumps
we consider as our own – nothingness sings

in contralto – bass – baritone and silent shame
nothingness knows us – we know it by its name

 
how to mark it (march 2020)

what’s gone is done – the buzzer’s had its time
gone through my gingerness – the hair falls to the floor
i mark what happens now – with some obscure rhyme

how odd this is – i mark the day – a symbol into sign
a sign i cannot read or do so easy – but too late to score
what’s gone is done – the buzzer’s had its time

summer spends its days with nature (that’s no crime)
grass speeds its heels -the dandelions and greenish lore
i mark what happens now – with some obscure rhyme

i rub my head – the bristles – scrape my palm – rasp fine
what’s left will last until i drop (of years they’re fifty four)
what’s gone is done – the buzzer’s had its time

it seems so odd – the gap of hair and mind
i push it further on until a new head dawns
i mark what happens now – with some obscure rhyme

sometimes i do things – from a buzz i’ll dive
into a pool of risk and lose what i adore
what’s gone is done – the buzzer’s had its time
whatever happens – mark it down in rhyme

The writer, is indeed, a writer, gardener, artist and creative type. Poems were created during and in response to the pandemic