graphs mean nothing now.
Tag: Poetry
survivor
PTSD / doesn’t happen to me / that’s for soldiers / and survivors of abuse
balance
so I seek the balance point / to speak my truth – and listen
elusive
oh, I know they are out there somewhere…
still life in motion
clearly the work of a child, not a master painter.
semi ; colon
today I find myself on pause; at least I have been found.
Sonnet I – I chose to walk
The shoes, while fitting poorly, won me praise, but winning praise becomes a daily chore
Et lux
lux perpetua luceat eis
changing aunt jemima
sometimes changes /
seem random /
and without purpose. /.
those are the hardest to make. Truly.
Nailing the Nailer
Nail me. I’ll nail it.
Firefly
I’ll dream it’s somehow magic
– not let science steal my joy
miscommunicado
crossed wires start fires
lost and found
peace can still be found but you have to look for it.
beyond the blue
It’s good to get rid of the darkness.
Hevel
sometimes poetry requires digging.
validated
Today I live and stand in my own story.
dividing by zero
sometimes it helps to think a clever theorem was at work
what the hell
speechless wonder at the brutality of it all.
Afterrise
physics does not play by my rules
88 keys for a reason
Is there room for classical expectations and contemporary frontiers?
