I wrote it
but no-one noticed
my words sat
patiently
craving attention
(awaiting cordial chatter?)
eyes glanced
briefly
moving quickly
(seeking saltier speech?)
Do words die
when no-one notices?
I wrote it
but no-one noticed
my words sat
patiently
craving attention
(awaiting cordial chatter?)
eyes glanced
briefly
moving quickly
(seeking saltier speech?)
Do words die
when no-one notices?
“And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.”— Luke 2:10 (KJV) Fear NotThe watchmen lace the evergreens,bright lights blink red and white.The winter bites with sharp teeth,as footsteps surround the night.Peace cracks like ice beneath the boots.”Fear not,”the angels sing.The…
Unraveling in solumn shrouded solitude,We retreat behind white-fenced fortresses,Shielding us from outdoor connectionsWhere sidewalks could lead to friendshipsNow lost in the void of personal space,Where we wither and hide. Deepening divides cut deep into heart spaces,In public parks and squares where silence now reigns.Pulling us from shared spaces, computer screen’s glow,The virtual worlds offer solitary…
[Saturday 8:45 AM] Dan:Good morning, Benji!I hope your weekend is off to a splendid start!We should discuss our nonverbal communication project. [Saturday 9:02 AM] Benji:[Typing…] [Saturday 9:03 AM] Dan:Remember, it’s due on Monday. [Saturday 9:15 AM] Benji:[Typing…] [Saturday 9:16 AM] Dan:It’s imperative we meet to solidify our ideas and plan our presentation. Thoughts? [Saturday 9:30…
In my kitchen of lifeI once had a planTo cook up successWith masterful handI focused on platingAbove refreshing savorServing fine dishesFreeFrom temptingSweet flavor Sharp knivesTo slice, diceMince, julienne, and cubeLeeks, carrots, and beanslike they chop on the tubei’d add too much saltBut not enough spiceHeat turned up too highBlackened food?Yeah, right! I should have knownWhen…
SpinningWe spin left,we spin right,we twist our truthso it mightmake the thornsfeel less sharp,and turn nettlesinto art.We pick cherries preciselythe moment they’re ripe,spurn yellow and green onesthat are eager to fight.We pick what we eat,then spit,then polish the pits.We build us a foe man,we stuff him with straw.Then we mock him in public,knock him down…
I have a tattered shoe box
Filled with notes I shouldn’t keep
Addressed to names I was called
But forbidden to repeat.