Life is
a rough draft
in constant revision
every day
we add pages
cross out
erase
or delete
words
replace them
with better
nouns
or verbs
that more accurately
shape
our evolving
perspective
Life is
a rough draft
in constant revision
every day
we add pages
cross out
erase
or delete
words
replace them
with better
nouns
or verbs
that more accurately
shape
our evolving
perspective
Hitting backspace, delete, erase, and purge
Cancelling histories of contemptible captains
Master Crow, perched in a tree, Clutched cheese inside his beak. Master Fox, below, observed the sight, And to the bird did speak. “Master Crow, good day to you. You’re such a gallant fowl.More radiant than the Phoenix flame, You’re wiser than the owl” “Please share with me, kind fellow The view from your high perch. You have a broader visionThan here…
My words sat patiently–craving attention.
Am I the romantic lead from the pages of check stand novels? No. I’ve sampled love, but never long enough
to savor it.
I pretend I’m young
Ready to run
Marathons and trail races
To highest mountain peaks
Sometimes a prompt just doesn’t connect. The worst thing you can do is force a poem you don’t care about just to check the box.