Clocks stop and people perish. In the space between seconds. - The Blessed rise with no goodbyes While those on Earth skip straight through time In the space between seconds. - The damned will stay, their souls decay In the space between seconds. - Growth will cease and rot increase. The world will sink beyond … Continue reading The Space Between Seconds
Category: Poetry
The Girl in Green
She kisses my cheek With the lips of gentle breeze. She sings, and she laughs With the birds and the crickets. She smiles sweetly With a pearly white crescent. She pierces me with deep blue eyes That sparkle with a thousand stars. - She’s firm with soil and soft with lush and dewy grass. She’s … Continue reading The Girl in Green
Clarity Departs
Clarity departs Slipping through the fingers of great hands. They stand, blind, Blanketed by clouds and chained by the Earth As they fall, screaming, from the shoulders of the mighty Never to return.
Five Little Riddles
Feel free to leave your answers in the comments. 1 Think it, I know it Hide it, I reveal it Set a standard, I’m below it Claim your thought, I will steal it 2 On it prowls, leaving scars in its wake The implacable leviathan, old as the earth Claims all that the sun can’t … Continue reading Five Little Riddles
Simple Pleasures: Singing in the Shower
Oh, how the hot streams of water flow down my skin, Warming my exposed form. Oh, how the steam warms the air everywhere in here Along with sweet white noise. Alone in the white of this porcelain fortress, I’m free and unafraid. I ask myself Will I sing? I will. In here, there is no … Continue reading Simple Pleasures: Singing in the Shower
Simple Pleasures: Ode to my Bed
Oh chrysalis of cloth, surround me! Wrap me in your soft embrace, And warm my body! Let me be snug, and safe, away from the world. Oh chrysalis of cloth, support me! Let my weary body rest, And recline on springs. Let me be free from burdens and heavy eyes. Oh chrysalis of cloth, absorb … Continue reading Simple Pleasures: Ode to my Bed
Left-Handed Writing
Left handed, I am not. I write with my right, I type my words and stories right and left, I send my message in every direction. Am I right? Who can say? I can hope that my right writes what's right. On the other hand, sometimes hope just isn't enough. Sometimes it pays to write … Continue reading Left-Handed Writing
Simple Pleasures: The Battle of the Orange
Battle is eminent, My fingers feeling the bumpy, porous skin know this. The skin is the enemy, my nemesis. Cruel, firm, unyielding, it guards The sweet citrus prize. Battle has begun, My fingers clawing the bumpy, porous skin know this. The surface is difficult to penetrate. I hook a tiny section And draw the first … Continue reading Simple Pleasures: The Battle of the Orange
Simple Pleasures: A Mug of Tea
Echo Poetry: Kubla Khan
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan Con A stately pleasure-dome decree: Me Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Man! Through caverns measureless to man Can Down to a sunless sea. We So twice five miles of fertile ground Pound With walls and towers were girdled round; Hound? And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Thrills … Continue reading Echo Poetry: Kubla Khan
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