The surgical saw /
slices smoothly
Category: Freedom
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
Tick Tock
I used to prefer the peace / Of the silent sweep / Barely cognizant of the passing of time
me/Me
mechanically mesmerizing / to be A me you want see…
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
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. … More
inflated
inflatedand not even surewhere the air came from. nevertheless, i’ll breathe inand float while trying not to thinkabout all the … More
there is not enough time
in catching up on a life that was lost, I’d miss the living in front of me.
again.
the body count
mounts /
again.
Let no one tell you how to live
Let no one tell you how to live;It’s on that day you die a bit.Love is yours to take and … More
Sonnet XLIV – Plans Best Laid
Perhaps if heaven hinges on Our Plan,
That paradise designed may need a tweak.
edges blur
looking In or Out the Window becomes Looking
It’s a SIGN…
Or IS it a “sign” at all?
You begin this way:
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.