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; the place is peace, / Though tangled tempests tip the ship.

If seeking Something, e’re the hope will fail;
Instead, lie back, let Nothing fill your sail.

start. again. anew.
transformed again by some truth

“Congratulations! You have advanced from…”

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.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “product/produce.” Use one, use them both, use them any way you’d like. … More

inflatedand not even surewhere the air came from. nevertheless, i’ll breathe inand float while trying not to thinkabout all the … More

the wheels turn /
and slowly the body /
succumbs to the treads and the weight /
of the monster it carries,

in catching up on a life that was lost, I’d miss the living in front of me.

I know not where to look or stand…
I reach for footing; find just sand.

the body count
mounts /

again.

Let no one tell you how to live;It’s on that day you die a bit.Love is yours to take and … More

Perhaps if heaven hinges on Our Plan,
That paradise designed may need a tweak.

looking In or Out the Window becomes Looking

in swirling chaos /
together – we find center /
and you make me feel

Or IS it a “sign” at all?

I know, I know, my writing has been spotty (at best) for the last couple months. Ironically, this wordless patch … More

This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world,
which is round but not flat and has more colors
than we can see.

	Patrick Jennings on inflated
	Patrick Jennings on Mystery Meal
	Birthday buddy on Mystery Meal
	oneta hayes on Mystery Meal
	Ben Kohns on there is not enough time