Times Square caught falling
Snow captured but not
On street or tongue
But the brushes tip
Dipped in the watercolor
How I now wonder
Does one capture snowflakes
Knowing that when done
They all but disappear
Category: Creativity
Ugh
I don’t sleep enough
The night frightens. Me
An unusually warm winter
Beneath my heavy blanket
I huddle like mice
Waiting for it to
Break into the day
Ending
Because we know each
Other and love what
We know but with
No hope there is
No tomorrow and only
A series of today’s
Ex
The end came and
Went with a whimper
Reason outweighed even hope
What we thought wasn’t
And what we had
Didn’t and wouldn’t be
And so like gentlemen
Pushing away from the
Table with cognac cigars
And negotiations we began
To divvy up the
Spoils of loves war
Setting new borders new
Expectations and new policies
And how now we
Will address those remaining
To live in a
Country now called Ex
Whys
One of the worst
Parts of growing old
Is realizing the whys
Why this not that
Why where and when
And what and who
Things that roll forward
And then back slowly
Like the surf exposing
The shells of memory
