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…
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.
what will the waves do with their fury?
Paint the scene now, before ship takes a dive.
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 Race
Every race needs a winner.
coup de grâce
He takes his finger and puts it to my chest.
Soon the Sun Will Be Blazing
Though today
We are
Dazing
While mindlessly
Grazing
When Perfection Eludes
I’m in here.
Scared to death
When perfection eludes.
Mr. Fletcher, my dear.
Such a claim to…
ignominious… glory?
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.
Self-challenge, and… go.
I still don’t know where to start.
The Purest Gold
The clouds always part
See the Sea
When will I see the sea
for what it is
and what it will always be?
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.
defying atrophy 