I tried to play a song today On an antique wooden piano; I must admit, I know now the first thing about how to do so But neither do I really know How to be this mess of flesh and bone we call "human", Yet here I stand still, So I figured I would give it a shot.
The outcome of the daily weather does not depend entirely upon The gusts of wind which carry over the oceans and seas From the turning of the Earth And the centrifugal force of its incredible mass Rather There are the most minute imperfections Movements Of beasts and of individuals That shift the balance ever so … Continue reading The Flapping of the Smallest Feather Wings
There was a time when our dreams Were just within reach There was nothing that could not be accomplished Nothing we could not attain And all that stood between What is and what could be Was our own imagination Now so many days have passed And it can feel Like all we have acquired Is … Continue reading Waiting to Be
Life can be complex Even more so when two lives merge Caring for one's self is a burden in itself But supporting another Comes with challenges That nothing else can really prepare us for We try our best In all of our endeavors Acting In our own way With good intentions Each decision Made upon … Continue reading Sometimes, All We Can Do is Listen
There are some days Where I am unsure Quite how to act Quite where I am I find myself Lost in thought Drifting Between worlds My mind Elsewhere On these days I may appear Distant Uninterested But I can assure you I am anything but My mind Is focused On you On the details On … Continue reading Between Worlds
Reader, You may notice That my poetry Does not really follow any format Or convention "Free form" One might say Or not even poetry From a more cynical perspective I don't really feel a need To explain myself Though the words to so Seem to be forming On their own Life is chaos Structure Is … Continue reading A Great Weight Removed
This piece was inspired by the piece By the Light of the Lying Moon, written by Maggie L of the blog The Art of Chewing Crayons. Truth is blind Careless even In the way it staggers about Seeing only what is Rather than What could be Stumbling over Dreams and ambitions Strewn in wake of … Continue reading Truth is Blind