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 …
I just found this limerick I wrote many years ago based on a co-workers name. I hope you enjoy it!
Written in 1983. Wastepaper basket filled to the brim with wads of fresh, new paper. Desk cluttered with paper, ink and pencils. A slumped figure snores over a sheet of paper. The words “Once upon a time . . .” are scribbled out on the top line. Looking closer at the wads in the basket,…
The imagery of a lonely old house always grabs me. I take pictures of them when I see them. And they often put in an appearance in my writing. Here’s a case in point. Towering, it stands. Long driveway spirals down the hill. Forbidding, it sits on Grecian poles. Dark and lonely are its windows….
I was cleaning out my fiction and poetry files this weekend in preparation of renewing my efforts and found this weird little poem I wrote on Oct. 16, 1995. In fact, I don’t remember writing it. It’s in my handwriting and I do remember the line about the streamers, but everything else was like reading…
Written Feb. 7, 1983. I stay inside the dark and weary castle keep. It is lonely. I know loneliness. She is my friend. Outside is cold. There are many vicious things out there. The many pronged whip that beats on you until you’re a bloody pulp. The razor that slices souls. The knife that creeps…
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