The Blank White Sheet
I sit at my desk start my laptop and open a new document page The cursor blinks on the blank white sheet awaiting action from me an untouched canvas brimming with possibility It’s the same empty page…
Twisty Tales
Little Rooms. Trap Doors.
Twisty Tales
Little Rooms. Trap Doors.
Form: Poetry
Poetry and verse
Trumpty Dumpty
Trumpty Dumpty sat on a wall Trumpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Trumpty together again
Lesser Than
Grieve for the widow Cry for the child Weep for the mother The Lesser Than – Mourn for the victims Of missiles and bombs Wail for the wounded Battered and Torn – But my thoughts resist They’re not my kind…
Smart
A famous world leader I shall not name, Said, “Smart people don’t like me you know.” Well, that must make me immensely smart, For I dislike him intensely so.
In My Own Way
I’m not Shakespeare, I’m not Poe, I’m not Hemingway. But stories, poems, and twisty tales, I write in my own way.
The Power of Do
Done with the “how to’s” Ready for the “will do’s. Will do what I want Will do what I plan, Will do what I dream All I know I can do.
Eternal Rhythm of Time
The second hand ticks around the clock, in one continuous swirl. Sixty seconds per minute, sixty minutes per hour, twenty-four hours per day. I can’t slow it down, I can’t make it stop, I can’t ever turn it around. This…
Slow Fade
Today, I feel less alive than yesterday,And yesterday, less than the day before.Fading, vanishing, dissolving,Unseen, unheard, unwanted. Someday soon,When I draw my last breathMy heart beats no more,And midnight claims my soul,Who will remember me? And who will know I…
Seconds
So many seconds but not enough time. They tick into minutes and hours and daysand weeks and months and decades sublime.I can’t get them back although I have tried. There’s no second chances, re-dos, or rewinds. The seconds dissolve…
The Sunset of His Days
He watched the orange ball sink below the rim One day further from the day of his birth One day closer to the day of his death How many days were left he could only guess He hoped his days…