I see an image
made of dust.
This is something
I cannot trust.
But what of broadswords
that are thrust?
Soon their valor
turns to rust.
I finally found that other limerick I wrote in fifth or sixth grade. I love playing with limericks! There once was a cat Who was very, very fat He really got my goat When he stole my new boat And sat on my very best hat.
Written in 1984. Love lost. Love gained. It’s all a matter of time. Friends come. Friends go. There is always more. Nothing is Forever. Except the one Self. You always will be you, though the rest may go. Others will come, That I know.
This poem was written sometime during the 1986-1987 school year. A fleeting glance A longing look quickly hidden no one will ever know no one should ever know Hidden feelings rip and rend in frustration emotional spasms tightly kept veiled Should anyone find out trap door opens in the heart as a futile escape from…
This week’s haiku is a little dark. Not because I’m depressed — in fact, life has been pretty good lately and I’m happy — but because I wrote it while listening to Stella Pope Duarte talk about facing your fears and getting to know your inner universe. If you ever get a chance to hear…
I just found this yesterday. It is the beginnings of a poem I wrote while sitting in a waiting room, feeling anxious. It was written sometime in late November, early December of 2011. The music in the waiting room is filled with anticipation, like the sound track of a video game on a constant loop….
Another teen angst filled poem from my High School years. I carry a great weight upon my shoulders as I walk upon the Road. I ask, “Will not someone help me with my load?” The mountains echo their unanimous reply, “NO.” I ask, “Will not someone take away my load?” The mountains echo their unanimous…