D. Mansfield : Writing

Screech

Screech

A Poem by D. Mansfield


The feedback coming through the amps, is life. Screeching so loud it's deafening So loud people around me grab at their ears. I just smile, reach ..
Was A Time

Was A Time

A Poem by D. Mansfield


Was a Time Time when a neighbor would help you out, painting the old garage Time to drink a beer with you, or help you find your dog. Ti..
Duck

Duck

A Poem by D. Mansfield


driving home one evening I encountered the most beautiful cloud formation in the western sky with the setting sun as a backdrop. It was a duck racing ..
Paper Ships

Paper Ships

A Poem by D. Mansfield


My childhood floated, On a current of rainwater, In the gutter, on a paper ship. To weather the storm, That life would bring, To a boy of only ..
Can't get it outta my head

Can't get it outta my head

A Poem by D. Mansfield


For repeated thoughts prompt
Spending Time

Spending Time

A Poem by D. Mansfield


Time is a currency, that you can only spendIt’s not for sale, to borrow, or to lendWe waste it freely, everydayIt seems so plentiful, but we wil..
Lipstick all Gooey

Lipstick all Gooey

A Poem by D. Mansfield


She had mirrors for eyes, Racetracks for hips. Had the skin off my back, under her fingertips. She was an ice cube, melting On a tropical beach..
Always and Never lived down the street

Always and Never lived down the street

A Poem by D. Mansfield


Never was the oldest Always came next. Never did well in school, Always does what you'd expect. Always Never skipped school, But never did. A..
A thing, for things

A thing, for things

A Poem by D. Mansfield


The reference to Valium and getting stitches, Every time I've ever taken it, I have a scar on my body. The stuff is a little too good for me.
Gather the time

Gather the time

A Poem by D. Mansfield


Still working on this.

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