Saiom Shriver Poems

The sun egg dipped
into many cups of dye
.. pink and purple saffron yellow
orange and red.. a gold mellow
...

Dandelion mother
gone to seed...
her children
ready to parachute
...

The world hasn't
changed overnight
but each new
ignited torch
...

How long would
a carver of wood
talke to scupt
from a block of wood
...

Murdered
was the rooster
into a roaster,
his flesh served beside
...