I’m a romantic
and as such
I carry in
eyes and heart
the emotions of
this my life
and I leave
the mechanics of
such to those
who as children
went woefully blind
to their dreams
of forever after
Category: Creativity
BecomingOne
Sadly I’ve found
that I am
the last one
to ever trust
with love or
desire for truth
be told mine
blend together like
watercolors lacking boundaries
mine behave like
water and ice
in a glass
both being separate
things borne from
the same yet
each being different
but like ice
and water after
time they return
one becoming the
other becoming one
OldCar
I have a friend
who’s an old car
familiar just not reliable
newness has worn off
leaving me with ordinary
a staple a thing
that much like me
carries around joyful memories
and has begun needing
more maintenance more time
away in the shop
getting tinkered and poked
and prodded with possibility
of it being this
or maybe even that
and now this last
time it went away
it returned to me
accepting that it was
just another old car
whose miles were behind
and no longer ahead
Aplenty
Each glass
every glass
is either
half full
or then
half empty
one prosperity
and the
other scarcity
why then
drink from
the one
never enough
when one
can when
one wants
have his
fill and
his aplenty
ThatSquirrel
A red squirrel
visits me daily
I feed him
chestnuts wishing to
keep him around
it’s a squirrel
after all only
one of many
but it’s the
one and the
only one that
comes here comes
closest comes routinely
and this squirrel
has now become
my children and
my grandchildren that
I never had
the great fortune
of watching play
