And yet again
one more morning
just one cup
half a pot
more is wasted
I sit here
wishing you were
but instead I
write about it
much like I
suppose icicles do
as they begin
to sadly melt
into the cistern
dreaming about once
having been snow
Category: Creativity
OverNight
When first you
spent the night
I didn’t sleep
oh you did
as comfortable as
a bear in
a den at
winter’s own beginning
but I lay
awake assigned patrol
keeping guard defending
against your nightmares
who goes there
at the ready
but last night
I finally did
sleep content in
the sound of
your breathing like
that of oars
breaking calm water
taking taking me
out to sea
MeMaple
I awaken to
now whereas before
I had waited
things I see
others I hear
sometimes read and
usually always imagined
we all do
this very thing
it’s just that
I have been
tapped like a
maple in some
far off grove
with a spigot
and drained daily
this syrupy blood
that then splatters
and eventually becomes
hopefully a sweetener
to your day
LoveCreativity
I stumbled across
a young man
recently who paints
his world with
colors and tubes
and brushes long
strokes and details
which invite one
into his world
so different from
me that I
sat staring mesmerized
how could he
see that which
I could not
that is until
he showed me
love and creativity
I then realized
show us what’s
always been there
but never seen
Fall
Chill changes things
be it affection
or dress or
pace or leaves
Autumn is called
fall for reason
at this time
singular becomes plural
one becomes two
as those things
huddle closer together
warding off the
chill changing things
