November 21, 2011

4:00 am

she lights another cigarette
even though one is already burning
she looks at her son through unfocused eyes
his face is etched with fear and sadness
she points unsteadily at him 
and murmurs incoherently
blaming him for imagined transgressions
she wavers between self-pity
and blinding anger
the boy reflexively rubs the small round burn scar on his hand
and prays that she will soon pass out
but his mother refuses to surrender to unconsciousness
he knows from experience
not to speak or to move
he must just sit there and try to weather this storm
he carefully looks at the clock
and thinks to himself
this is going to be a long night

copyright © 2011 Kevin Routh

November 17, 2011


sitting alone in this empty
loneliness crawls over me
burrowing into my skin
like maggots
the air is thick with silence
making me struggle to breathe
as i gasp for
silent voices fill the room
shouting at me from these desolate walls
revealing my sadness and my grief
i run to the bathroom to splash water in my face
a man looks at me from the mirror
my doppelganger
identical in every way
he is older and not
as handsome as i
we share a smile
and a laugh
as the voices
the silence
and the loneliness

 copyright © 2011 Kevin Routh

Thank you Thursday Poets Rally for this Perfect Poem Award
I nominate Dennis Go for the next award.

November 15, 2011

Gallery No. 3: Feature of the Month (November)

My children's poem (the grouch) has been voted as the 'Feature of the Month' on the Gallery No. 3 site. 

Check it out:

While you're there, take a look around at all the other excellent works people have submitted.

                   the grouch

November 8, 2011

Much Too Much

I’ve never taken a liking
To a red-bearded Viking
Because Vikings are much too much
Much too much grouchy for me
I always like to bother
To snuggle with my Father
Because my Father is much too much
Much too much snuggly for me

I’ve never met the stare
Of a ferocious grizzly bear
Because bears are much too much
Much too much grizzly for me
I always seem glad
To wrestle with my Dad
Because my Dad is much too much
Much too much wrestly for me

I’ve never eaten toast
With a Halloween ghost
Because ghosts are much too much
Much too much spooky for me
I always love to eat-sa
My Daddy’s pepperoni pizza
Because his pizza is much too much
Much too much yummy for me

I’ve never failed to cringe-a
From the sneak-attack ninja
Because ninjas are much too much
Much too much sneaky for me
I always like to play
With my Daddy every day
Because my Daddy is much too much
Much too much playful for me

copyright © 2011 Kevin Routh

November 7, 2011


the rain falls
i walk unsteadily
and take no notice
as cold raindrops soak my hair
and my clothes
i stumble in shock
replaying earlier events
over and over again in my mind
a car screeches to a halt
and honks as i stagger across a busy intersection
i am blind to the world
my eyes are filled with tears and pain
i am consumed by my grief
and still
the rain falls

copyright © 2011 Kevin Routh
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