I love old wood
Its warmth
Its texture
Its warmth
Its texture
I love the way time
And the elements enhance
Its beauty
Its value
Category: Abstract
Off the rails
Sometimes
Life goes
Off the rails
Life goes
Off the rails
I can let
The consequences
Lay where they come to rest
Or
Reaching
I reach too far
And get blown back
And get blown back
But that’s OK
Too far
Is simply a place
I haven’t learned to reach
Just yet
Just as I can barely imagine
To my eye
The wall is solid
To my hand
The rock, impenetrable
The wall is solid
To my hand
The rock, impenetrable
To a neutrino
The space between the atoms
Seems like the emptiness
Between the stars
Maelstrom
Caught in the maelstrom of thoughts
I am lost in a chaos of possibilities
I am lost in a chaos of possibilities
So I breathe
Let go the thoughts
Dispelling
The chaos
Until I am conscious
Only of being
Wash Away the Tears
In the time it takes
For the flood to wane
And the wave to recede
Back to its ocean source
For the flood to wane
And the wave to recede
Back to its ocean source
I will wash away
The tears of my last failure
And gather myself up
To have another go
Time Goes Every Year
Time goes every year
And never comes back
Yet always comes around
To the same time
And never comes back
Yet always comes around
To the same time
And here am I
Year over year
Setting down my characters
Setting down my letters
POST NO BILLS
POST
NO
BILLS
NO
BILLS
it said, in a staccato burst of bold white stencils the building’s entire length. Eight windows sheathed in brown plywood, each with a stencil, right in the center.
A stencil, and bills. A few, or a pattern of eight or more. Posters posted over the admonition, over the order, “POST NO BILLS”.
ESSSSSSSS!
Outside the library
Where my writer’s group meets
A rusted steel orb calls to me
As I exit every meeting
Where my writer’s group meets
A rusted steel orb calls to me
As I exit every meeting
Come play with me!
Come play!
So I put my words away
My oh-so-many words
Take out my camera
And play with a sphere of letters
Pix to Words 