So many things achieved
On time or early:
Making time for
Extra projects to be
Done ahead
And leaving time to read.
Yeah, right.
Tag Archives: Poem
The Dream Unreal
Endless Rhyme
The refrain begins again
Like a record stuck inside my head
Repeating words, repeating lines
An idea, a feeling,
Caught in time
Reason lost to endless rhyme:
An obsession of unconscious mind.
Infection’s Spread
Is knowledge like an illness?
Does it infect and spread?
Does it show throughout your body,
If it gets into your head?
And what symptoms should we look for?
Does plumbing cause a crack?
Must artists wear flamboyant scarves?
Must architects wear black?
Does it change your gender?
Does carpentry make you a man?
If I can’t see skills in a single glance,
Then, why do you think you can?
Wait for It
If it doesn’t matter at all.
Or if it’s all that matters.
If you really can’t stand it.
Or if you can’t stand without it.
But if it does
And it’s not
Or you can – either way –
Then, simply put,
Don’t.
Tomorrow’s
Today.
Labor Lost
Ideas sprout and flourish
From careless words,
Like seeds.
Fed by gestures,
Spurred by sounds,
A thriving, healthy green.
The world is ripe with
Inspiration:
The field grows
Overgrown.
Unpicked, un-plucked,and
Unexplored.
As useless as a wasteland,
Potential overthrown.
Precious flowers, designs of
Desperate dreams –
Ideas enough for lifetimes
Ignored and killed
Like weeds.
A Gray-white Canvas
A gray-white canvas
Highlights the dark, reaching lines,
Dabbed with red and gold
Shelter
So much
Heat and comfort,
Even safety or peace,
Lies within the bounds of
The simplest solution:
Escaping the frigid forces of
Relentless winds
Time Flies Like a Thrown Clock
Time flies like a thrown clock:
Swift. Then bloody.
Time stands still like the eye of a storm:
Calmly pulling strings.
Time turns back like a rotating door:
Only to move forward.
Time fades away like light to the blind:
In perception alone.
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