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.
Written in 1983. Life is: lessons to be learned dreams to be realized adventures to be experienced. The reason is: getting to know experiencing the new realizing the truth. I want to: learn know experience realize. I want, desire, need to grow.
For this poem, I created a specific syllable structure. It another experiment in structured poetry. It is not based on a real dream. I dreamed I was in a desert, alone. The wind swept dust all about me, but I was safe, in a cone of light and cool wind. Then I was in a…
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…
Written in 1983. Why are we all different? Is it because the flowers are so? Is it because the animals are so? Or is it because there is a lesson to learn? It would be so simple to be all of one colour, all of one faith, and all of one point of view. Are…
This poem was written in February 1988 during a time when I was writing a lot of love poetry. My Love is as sweet as the nectar of the honeysuckle the laughing call of gulls the soft breath of a babe He is as pleasant as the sun upon my back the wind in my…
Yikes! I’m a day late. But better late than never. Here’s my haiku for the week. Blue crystal water Concentric circles spiral and flow from her hand Originally posted on 52 Haiku