Time flies like a star,
Shooting across your vision:
We get one brief glimpse.
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A Poem Appeared
A poem appeared in my head last night
As I laid on my pillow to sleep
The words flowed like rapids,
Like a bubbling brook,
And the meaning was so rich and deep.
In the gray light of dawn
The words faded away
Like a spirit too shy to be seen
And even the meaning,
So strong in the night,
Became hidden, lost,
Like a dream.
Aim
If you have the strength to distort the parabola,
Aim straight for the target ahead.
If you do not, you must use the parabola,
And aim high above instead.
Stalled
Fingers slow and then stop
In a ritardando of clicks –
Like a train coming to a halt,
The brain stalls,
The words flee,
And the story breaks down.
Time for a jump.
The Emptiness of Silence
The emptiness of silence
Is full, rich, strong,
And always present.
Even when sounds try
To chase it out,
To replace it,
It remains
In corners and
Under furniture
Until the sound
Fades away.
It Is Not
It is not pretty flowers,
Candlelit tables, bubbling wine,
Or expensive chocolates.
It is not lacy lingerie,
Satin sheets, silken skin,
Or sultry perfume.
It is not token presents,
Thoughtful gifts, mushy cards,
Or precious diamonds.
It is not something shown one day,
One night, one date,
Or even one moment.
It is not limited to,
Defined by, proven by,
Or even debunked by
Valentine’s Day.
Romance : Straightforward :: Life : Simple
If I am to you as you are to me,
Then romance is all fine and dandy.
Unless I am to you as you are to me
And to Tyler, Patricia, and Sandy.
No Happiness, Please
Served with happiness?
Oh, no thank you.
No happiness for me.
It’s not that I don’t like it – no.
See, I have an allergy.
Even the slightest little drop
Is a positive guarantee
Of feeling awful afterwards, so, please,
No happiness for me.
Could you have it taken out?
Perhaps “served pensively”?
No, no, that simply will not work –
It’s just as bad with glee.
Moderation? Yes, I’ve tried before.
No, abstinence is key.
I’d rather feel a little down
Than endure that misery
(And though I’ve heard it often said
There’s rarely company).
No. No, if that’s served with happiness,
I’ll simply stick with tea.
twytte 