Musings on a Sunday (Unfinished)

Musings on Sunday (Unfinished) We often feel we must have something to say We must have this profound wisdom This answer And we must have it now Give it now Know it now   Yet we really live in the midst of a vast universe Unknown Untouched Never experienced   Still we think we know…

Questions

I have been struggling mightily with writing and with life in general. However, today I realized that poetry can be born right out of that struggle. Writing about not wanting to write conquers writer’s block. So I hope you enjoy this poem today which is a word picture of a wrestling match I’ve been partaking…

The Burning (One)

  I live here in this land I was just moving along In the same routine as always Moving, meandering aimlessly along The sky was darkening But it was getting brighter all the same I thought I heard it whisper my name But then I thought I must have been in the narrow hallways For…

Time

What time is it What is the date I’ve wasted time Now I’m so irate It really, really seems to me I’ve lost our sense of poetry I’ve constrained myself With this thing called time I’ve lost the rhythm I’ve lost the rhyme In all the hurry I’m sad to see I’ve lost my touch…

The Void

The Void It is strange to think that emptiness Can carry such significant weight How it can have such a powerful impact Dropping boulders so heavy and great They leave my heart a crushed up mess Like grapes trodden on the ground My heart it yearns for any sound That would bring some purpose, some meaning…