bisection

The surgical saw /
slices smoothly

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.