Anxious music
The music in the waiting room
is filled with anticipation,
like the sound track of a video game
on a constant loop.
It caresses my nerves
against the grain.
It sweetly keeps me on edge.
The music in the waiting room
is filled with anticipation,
like the sound track of a video game
on a constant loop.
It caresses my nerves
against the grain.
It sweetly keeps me on edge.
The other day, while I was putting on my shoes to take Sprocket for a walk, I was inspired to write a few haiku about her. I share them with you here: Four-legged smile The dog of my heart and dreams Sprocket, I love you =-=-=-=-=-=-= Good Girl Sprocket Looks up with loving…
When I was very young, I created fire. I created rock tools, and the wheel. When I was in my teens, I learned agriculture, and made gods that ruled everything I did. When I was middle aged, I discovered that there is only one god, and that he hadn’t created everything. I discovered evolution. But…
Oops! I was brain dead this week. Sorry for posting this so late. The World spins around Like a dradle in the sky Will it stop someday? Originally posted on 52 Haiku
Erg! This is more difficult than I had originally thought. Oh, well. Better late than never! 52 Haiku! Was I on drugs or something? Nope. Just plain crazy. Originally posted on 52 Haiku
Wow, when the muse starts pouring inspiration into you, she really pours it into you. This is the poem that arrived in my mind this morning. The Veils Between Lovers A dance of the seven veils Between me and my lover The first veil is resistance Resistance to what we want Resistance born of past…
This experiment in poetry form was written in 1983. Over the snow, there rides a sleigh. Clop, clop is the rhythm of the horse hooves. Bells jingle, jingle around the horse’s neck. Fog creeps upon the snow. The rumble, grumble sound of the horse breaks upon a quiet scene. The horse stops in front of…