Shopping

Enthralling color,
Sparkling stones, and
Soft, sensual, silkiness:
A feast for the fingers,
For the eyes – for the ego.
Sold.


TTFN

Tired &
Too behind
For a full post –
Not ’til after work.


Unseen Obstacles

A foot lifted and lowered hesitantly
In the dark, feeling its way
Around unseen obstacles,
Testing the floor,
For it has holes, gaps –
There are weak areas ready,
Just waiting to collapse.
Or slick spots, hoping to take
Your feet out from under you.
Or puddles that stick and
Drag behind you like a chain.
Each inch is measured in careful,
Cautious exploration.
First a toe to find a bare space,
Then, a little weight to
Test the give.
To test everything.
Even with your eyes open,
The unknown is slow going and
Meticulous care.
There’s no going forward
Until you feel safe (somewhat)
About what’s there.


Static Change

An unmoving bar
Measures the future in lies
As slow clouds speed by.


The Library

The aroma of aging paper and inks,
Drifts through and from
The forest of words
In clouds and rainstorms –
Arid winds and magic spells.
A tumultuous mix of stories
Remembered and relived,
Returned to mind and heart
With the slightest whiff
Of that familiar smell.


For Once, It’s Not Entirely My Fault that the Novels Are Late

So… I made a questionable decision this weekend – I decided to update my computer’s operating system. *sigh* I’ve been putting it off for a while because I knew it would mean investing in a couple of updated programs, but GoogleChrome’s nagging finally got the best of me. Between making a carbon copy and the actual installation, it took most of the weekend, and it’s still not quite done: turns out that some of the updates have updates (srsly).

Now, I’m approaching the tail end of getting everything running smoothly (knock on wood), and, last but not least, I have to get the newer versions of a couple of programs. Word, for example.

While I get that set up, there will be no updates for Deathwalker or Wind Town. Sorry! I’ll do my best to get it done ASAP (for both our sakes). Until then, enjoy the poetry!


An Arresting Glimpse

Fifteen more minutes
Of eternity frozen
In amber paper


A Story in Ink

With each pen stroke
A future is shaped.
Emotion or motion –
A story begins
In ink:
An image
Or a word.
Through art,
The heart
Is heard.


Spring

Spring into the light Cast off your shell and breathe free: Brighten up the world. HAIKU

Spring into the light
Cast off your shell and breathe free:
Brighten up the world.


Constrained or Free

Constrained, sunk by weights
Or as free as Icarus:
A fragile balance