Exit
Strategy
Summer contemplates
An exit strategy.
Next time around
Will be another time
At the same places.
Think deeply about
Pros and cons of something cool
Perhaps of some kind tool
Like blood artery,
Arm therapy,
And vision of Fall imagery.
Say bye to the summer heat.
Greetings to the autumn scent.
Summer contemplates.
Autumn keeps full harvest plates.
Tomshinsky@2026
Just a
Leaf
One leaf is so small.
This leaf is yellow in the fall.
One leaf separated from the tree
To be free.
The leaf is on the ground, very low.
The leaf moved me to tears.
The leaf has raindrops
And wet tears pop
Like tender raindrops.
The yellow leaf is my orange
Juice for the ear
To escape fair. –
What am I afraid of? –
To be on the ground, very low
Like this lonely yellow leaf.
Alone, with raindrops
And wet tears pop.
Minimalism is realism,
A visual expression
Of hypersensitive primitivism.
Environmental tenancy
And extraordinary tendency.
The yellow leaf was removed
Of normal auditory cortex.
A new context created.
Just one leaf
Has the high tended power
Of my complex fantasy
And yellow leaf imagery.
Tomshinsky@2026
At the
Feeder
Every forest we bring back
Cools the land
And protects the water
To build tomorrow better.
I watched how birds bow
And throw
A tantrum at the feeder.
Tufted titmouse is sweet and feisty.
The chirping sparrow
Was bold brave,
And full of sparks
With an attitude of the hawks.
Morning dove kept the bill in the water
Like using a straw
With suction-like drinking method.
There are backyard secrets
Kept in floppy feathers –
Because clean water matters.
Tomshinsky@2026
Some Memories
I.
Some memories
Never leave your bones.
Like the salt in the sea
They become a part of you
And you carry them in a shoe.
Memories walk with you
And come out of the hue.
Memories create new
Poems to tell new
Stories for you.
II.
Memories are on my mind
When I try to find
A context spark
That will leave a mark
In the new book
That has my look
On life, my thoughts and feelings
Stitched from memories
From me to you, out of the blue.
Tomshinsky@2026
Southern
Elegance
Let us have a glance
At the southern elegance.
You cannot buy the quality
Of being graceful and stylish
Both in manners and appearance.
A slender woman with grace and elegance
Is pleasingly ingenious.
Let us say, she is simple, not luxurious.
Southern elegance
Has the warmth of the daylight glance
And the wind and ocean dance.
Sothern elegance is a refined grace.
Elegancy is a feminine intelligence –
Attractive in appearance
Appealing in expression of voice,
Finding joy as a choice!
Tomshinsky@2026
Eyebrows Dance
I.
The wind joins the playful breeze.
Her feet are dancing
At the music at the trees.
No pause. No stop.
No final bow.
She is stepping in the glow.
II.
Age is a context. –
Amazing grace
Is not a race. –
Limitations are not
Excuses of destruction
Of making me laugh so hard.
You do not notice till later
The happy smile became
The sole consolidation. –
The eyebrows
Support the music flow.
IT
It.
It is
What it is, -
Said Miss T,
Beautifully dissected IT
As her own platform
In a new normal.
There is not any formality,
Just simple identity.
She applicates scenes of nature,
Enjoys music and books adventure,
And references to history.
Pride of accomplishment story.
Totally educated and confident
Has access to meaning of life
When she offers her hand of five.
It is
What it is, -
Well said.
Tomshinsky@2026
