Microblog Posts
Sunlight glimmers off
the pond, apparent beauty
on the surface, scum
What have I to say?
More than just normal drivel...
Do I want to share?
Eleven-thirty
Once early, now pay bedtime
Sleepless thoughts abound
Five days poem-less...
Habit worth fighting to keep,
Worth writing about.
Surreal moments.
So many!
Why now?
No reason?
Divine intervention?
Such calm;
Internal progress...
One day,
All changed.
Rough waters.
But why?
"Don't kill me!"
Said the over dramatic 2 year old.
In two-dozen years,
Our affection has not waned;
We have grown closer
Quarter century...
The locations have not changed
Only I have grown.
Young buck defiant
Stands tall against the world
Atop man-made hill
Two quail in the grass
Circling one another.
Quarrel? or courting?
The big challenge right now is to figure out how to stop feeding my time to the monster of pseudo-productivity and apply more of my waning life-force towards making the 100-year-old version of me proud!
Unknown all around
Every direction is veiled
Only movement reveals
Back-porch father's day.
Listening to old music,
Kids enjoy with us!
After 100 poems, I'm gonna start using this place for other thoughts... Too.
One-hundred poems
Unlooked-for accomplishment
More-than words: moments
Why is needed first
How follows to get me there
What is just a thing