High upon a mountain
my heart waits for you
chained to a rock
like Faye awaiting Kong
Then they come
picking and rending
pieces of my heart
They fly away
like vultures
with bits of Promethean liver
hanging from their mouths
I endure
For how can I not?
Like a modern day Prometheus
my heart heals
awaiting the one
who will break the chain
Recently I was blessed to experience a connectedness with another person that was so intense it took my breath away. It was a connectedness I haven’t felt in a very long time (if ever). It was a connectedness that was spiritual, emotional and physical all at the same time. And, for the past two weeks…
Are you ready for Fifty-two Haiku’s Challenge? One haiku a week! The contest starts next Wednesday, Jan. 2, 2008. Originally posted on 52 Haiku
My cat D.B. (short for Dust Ball) and I were so close it was like he was my familiar. He seemed to know when I needed him near. He’d recognize my car and come running home. He was a great little black and white cat that I still miss. This is a poem I wrote…
Here’s a limerick I wrote during the 1984/1985 school year that was inspired by a pen. The pen is a remarkable thing, you know. It writes with such an easy flow. The colours it comes in are endless. The things you can do, tremendous. There are even pens that glow, ya’ know.
This was written May 18, 1984. I stand alone, as I always will. Friends come and go, but all the while I stand alone. Just a molecule of air, am I, tossed about by the wind. I see, and know, and love others but they go and I see, know and love more. Always there…
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