One Sitting
Start now, it says
Start now, not later.
I will start.
And I do.
And I still do.
And I keep do.
And I watch my watch,
Finally.
No worries, it lies,
The will is timeless.
Tomorrow I will start.
Tomorrow I do.
Tomorrow I don’t.
October 15, 2009 at 8:18 pm | Poetry | No comments
To Play With Words
To play with Words
is to never be bored,
to always have many friends,
friends who
You do not know,
not fully,
not surely.
explore, explore,
ask away,
spend the day
with Old Friends,
friends who never told
all they could do.
October 11, 2009 at 12:32 pm | Poetry | No comments
Plans
The minute I get home, I
Will change.
The minute I get home, I
Will start.
This minute,
before I get home,
I prepare.
Oh, so much
to do in the now
to do in the then.
But
the minute I get home, I
Will.
Still.
September 5, 2009 at 10:20 pm | Poetry | No comments
Inspiration
I had an epiphany today,
So suddenly I see,
Gifts of perception, giving way.
My edges are gone
and tree by tree
Leaves level to splatters
On this Monet sky.
Horizon is but a word,
Faded in memory,
for green becoming of blue,
and blue gorging on green.
Meaning is a cirrus-thin cloud,
Escaping reach yet
Ever so sweet; Let it flow
and squint your eyes.
To see like a blind man
Who still knows a blur
Is to understand the
Beauty of color. Neglected,
When from this world,
We found form.
If upon my own,
Of this canvased foresight
I tell. It is with
The vivid and livid, colors
I spill.
In leaves of paint splatter I say,
“I had an epiphany today…”
August 25, 2009 at 8:35 pm | Poetry | No comments