Glistening beads gather
eyes narrow slits
work never ends
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
#132 - Wild Ones
I close my eyes to the world around
Imagine bumbledrums beating while
and Scree skating on seas of gossamer silk.
My Child ask why I smile,
as Winged Wumpies play tag in my beard.
She too can see the sticking slinkstone and rasping rumbles,
and we laugh as we share the looks of those who forget.
Never stop seeing the vanishing yowies or hearing the yaps of galumphing groops.
When I cannot see them, I 'll know that I'm lost, and only my daughter will bring me my thoughts.
Imagine bumbledrums beating while
and Scree skating on seas of gossamer silk.
My Child ask why I smile,
as Winged Wumpies play tag in my beard.
She too can see the sticking slinkstone and rasping rumbles,
and we laugh as we share the looks of those who forget.
Never stop seeing the vanishing yowies or hearing the yaps of galumphing groops.
When I cannot see them, I 'll know that I'm lost, and only my daughter will bring me my thoughts.
Monday, April 28, 2014
#128 - Heat
Iced Tea, lemon,
beads of water collect,
countless thirsts quenched.
Warning:
There is no poetry past this point. You have been warned.
Today is April 28. Today is was hot...for once. I am used to heat, or I was once, but now I just do not know. I once was told that women do not sweat, rather glisten. Well, I am neither a woman nor do I glisten: I sweat. Today was the first day of the year to that I have done so.
I am at loss. For those who know me in person it will come to a shock that I do not know how to respond to my current surroundings. I care about what I do in my real world job, but nothing really matters and nothing really changes. I do not wish to give up, but continuing down this path I chose for myself is insanity.
I know not where I am and care not to look for an escape.
Maybe I am being overly dramatic, but seeing that I am at a apex in my current life, I wonder...does this happen to everyone? I am to young for a mid-life crisis and too old to feel this way.
Comment if you know what to do, because I can use any help that I can.
Till tomorrow,
Thomas
beads of water collect,
countless thirsts quenched.
Warning:
There is no poetry past this point. You have been warned.
Today is April 28. Today is was hot...for once. I am used to heat, or I was once, but now I just do not know. I once was told that women do not sweat, rather glisten. Well, I am neither a woman nor do I glisten: I sweat. Today was the first day of the year to that I have done so.
I am at loss. For those who know me in person it will come to a shock that I do not know how to respond to my current surroundings. I care about what I do in my real world job, but nothing really matters and nothing really changes. I do not wish to give up, but continuing down this path I chose for myself is insanity.
I know not where I am and care not to look for an escape.
Maybe I am being overly dramatic, but seeing that I am at a apex in my current life, I wonder...does this happen to everyone? I am to young for a mid-life crisis and too old to feel this way.
Comment if you know what to do, because I can use any help that I can.
Till tomorrow,
Thomas
#127 - Birds
I heard the bird, but never saw
the spiraling wings of effervescence.
The twitters and twerps, the clicks and calls
announce the world its conscience.
the spiraling wings of effervescence.
The twitters and twerps, the clicks and calls
announce the world its conscience.
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