September Elegy

Remind me why I live here…

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.

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.

the wheels turn

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

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.

in swirling chaos

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

It’s a SIGN…

Or IS it a “sign” at all?

Catching My Breath

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

Take Them Off!

Who is the Weakest Link?

be not proud

What I pull out may render sad or jolly; Too big for my britches?

the ursine fur I bear

how did we go from
hairy bodies with clean faces
to bare skin and bushy beards?

Drove along, he did.

He doesn’t come / when you call / usually.

The Purest Gold

The clouds always part

This is How Love Is

For in the end,
Love Runs to Us,
Grasps Us,
And Refuses to Ever let Us go.

Sonnet XLIII – Unsparing

Whatever form that functions is the thing
That proffers wisdom, be it balm or sting.

transition

wisps of potential
precipitation
occlude
the sun’s rays,
goosebumping
my flesh
which was recently warm.

What a Trip – #SoCS

Little things piled up. Thing which, under normal circumstances, would have rolled off my back, but they ALL. HAPPENED. AT. ONCE.

Further from Progress?

We find ourselves
becalmed.