This poem comes from my writing journal. It is more a random thought than a poem, but is poetic in nature so I share it here.
The death of a loved one
lingers at my side
like the specter of
memories not to be.
It’s not that I wish
to forget them, but
if I could forget one thing
it would be
the desire for memories
that could have been
should have been
would have been if …
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 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…
Written in 1985. I’m in a box. I’ve been here a long time. There’s no way out. All eight corners are the same. All six sides have been scrutinized. I stare in hopes that I might see something new. Maybe there are pores with minute creatures living inside. If I look long enough maybe I…
Written in February 1983. I am trapped within this cage. I can’t see or feel the cage, but I sense its presence. Is it me? Is it my peers? Is it life? Why can’t I fly? I want to be free! But how can one escape from something unseen, and untouchable? How can one be…
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 week’s haiku is inspired by the first experience with fireflies, back when I was living in Baltimore. I was enraptured by them and still feel the thrill when I think about them. Lighting bugs outside blink like Christmas tree lights while they search for a mate Originally posted on 52 Haiku