The shortest route
from here to there
Still needs me to
get off my chair.
Micropoetry
Masterpiece
Let NOW be your canvas,
Your breath be your brush:
Let no words upon it
To slash, burn or crush.
Live your masterpiece.
Lies
The lies we speak,
And the lies we spread:
One kills our souls,
The other keeps them dead.
Get Your Bearings
The amity of land repels
A sea beset by rancor,
Yet there it is to come alive
Upon the stab of anchor.
Running
I hold on to my run
Like the sun, to the treetops.
“You first,” I say.
“You first,” says sun.
Home.
I look up.
I’ve won.
Inspired by (and picture courtesy): https://www.instagram.com/p/BAfzB89HEaN/
Wonder
I wonder if the wonder I express at all my wondering
Is all the reason needed to explain away my blundering.
The Windy Season
Above a fog of reason,
Beneath a cloud of rhyme,
You’ll find the windy season
Of poetry sublime.
Anytime.
Next
What we wish we could undo
Was meant
To be,
To shape our present,
To fashion an impetus
For what we do next.
Silence
Be silent to say a thing,
And listen to explain it.
An audience deaf to silence
Requires mutes to train it.
Before And After
Two halves of a freshly baked bun
Sandwiching your #moment patty.
Savor it, my friend.
