up early is the best…
Category: Poetry
The Palette of My Life Some Colors Short – Sonnet XXXVI
These metaphors diverse I do intend; Results remain remote unto the end.
The Waking Dream
Forward
Into an unknown
Yet certain
Somethingness
Cling
White knuckles cling tenaciously
Freedom as Farce
The power we promised / But can’t deliver
Morning comes in black
Contemplate what will be seen
The Seinfeld – Sonnet XXXV
I’m trying to do a sonnet straight from heart; No edits, tweaking, change of any kind.
lighten up and splash a little
Sometimes we dance on the sand and wayward waves tickle our toes with cooling licks.
beginning to shift
The block in my brain is beginning to shift; It seems not a moment too soon.
Fish-Eye Blind
On and on, up the food chain…
The Paradox – Sonnet XXXIV
Why fail to act when acting holds the key? This riddle I have just begun to solve.
Indeed, Beyond Survive, It Thrives
Indeed, beyond survive, it thrives; / More blossoms join the other.
in a previous light
in the layers of life / it’s darkest in the middle / right where the eye wants to fall.
pavane funéraire
you feel alone now / but now is not forever
give way
This morning – Three lines
In this, so late a season
We welcome fruit from barren womb. / a love beyond all reason.
Too.
…that soothing balm / For which / All our Sore Souls / Cry.
This Thing Called Hope – Sonnet XXXIII
So pushing on, I live my Best Todays / And Trust Tomorrow’s Hope will Suit our Ways.
blackened quiet
knowing the nature of cycles is often all that moves us forward.
Unexpected Roots
One must learn to bask in Here’s Now Glow / Before sprinting to the Next Brighter There.
