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.

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?

Unknown all around
Every direction is veiled
Only movement reveals

Back-porch father's day.
Listening to old music,
Kids enjoy with us!

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

Lowlands billow steam
Swirling under the sunset
Rings of cigar smoke

Interstate parkinglot
Audiobook reminder
Haiku forgotten

hazy spiderweb
aimed at catching the next meal
Dew drops caught instead

An entire day
Serving others, with our friends
Without my cell phone