Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “on your/my plate.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!…
Eternity it Stretches Forward.
Now as Lost Days have passed me by, Eternity it stretches Forward.
The cold steals my Warmth
The cold steals my Warmth
Cranky Frankie
Some verse which exists just for Frankie…
Tick Tock
I used to prefer the peace / Of the silent sweep / Barely cognizant of the passing of time
happy place
If you know me, you know I DON’T SMILE LIKE THAT.
..and as the air seemed
From the heart and mind of my eldest… I love you, Jordan Kohns! ..and as the air seemedto slip from…
me/Me
mechanically mesmerizing / to be A me you want see…
eyes pried open
DAMN THAT FOOTBOARD
September Elegy
Remind me why I live here…
Do Not Go: Erasure on a Favorite Poem
The dying wise men know /
Their words had no lightning.
Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?
Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?
‘Tis 2 AM; we’re far from ending night.
I’ve Found My Place
I’ve found my place; the place is peace, / Though tangled tempests tip the ship.
Sonnet XLV – Let Nothing Fill Your Sail
If seeking Something, e’re the hope will fail;
Instead, lie back, let Nothing fill your sail.
Start. again. anew.
start. again. anew.
transformed again by some truth
Whew.
“Congratulations! You have advanced from…”
Bagging ‘Murica – #SoCS
Well, I bagged it yesterday when I should have written (slept in gloriously – no regrets), so I’ll see if I can pull something out today.
Mystery Meal
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “product/produce.” Use one, use them both, use them any way you’d like.…
inflated
inflatedand not even surewhere the air came from. nevertheless, i’ll breathe inand float while trying not to thinkabout all the…
the wheels turn
the wheels turn /
and slowly the body /
succumbs to the treads and the weight /
of the monster it carries,
defying atrophy 