I write laughter
I write tears
I write faithfully
To confront my fears
I write ‘cause I read
I write ‘cause I live
My ink’s what I bleed
My soul’s what I give
My writing’s not perfect
It requires constant revision
Until word choice reflects
My authentic vision
I scratch; I scribble
I delete; I copy
I rearrange words
It’s what makes me happy
I wander foreign paths, searching for truth. Truth INever notice on more familiar roads. I knowWisdom is often unearthed when listening. Listening To whispers. Whispers of the voiceless. What I seekHides in soft songs crickets sing under crescent moon.I’m listening. I’m carefully listening. ProudTo hear, to recognize the simple strikes, the simple sparksSeized through scholarship,…
We have a problem, my friend, can’t you see?Stacks of junk where beauty should be.Why do we continue to buy, only later to trash?What happened to mending or saving some cash?It’s long past time we live more thoughtfully. Discarded piles of scrap and trashHastily tossed, forgotten, fragmented,Shattered, splintered, tattered, tornOnce prized, for a time, they…
I’m clearing
the so-what stench
of sweat-soiled shirts
from my bedroom floor
I have a hard time narrowing my list down to just ten, but I will try.
Blindlyshouting shameenflamed by fire and brimstonepreacher’s heat consumes raging crowdhearts stone deaf and blind
The city center beats, a bustling board marked across its heart. People gather, hands clutching, bags bulging of yesterdays. The dice roll, skipping across cobblestones, stepping, one by one, into new squares of possibility. Closet Chaos— a whirlwind of wool and cotton, memories woven into fabrics they no longer wear, falling into arms that will….