Inspired by Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” The journey’s long, but love waits there. The road is wide, then narrows where, Darkness comes before it’s time To gather close and offer care. Young hearts wait, our hugs to feel….
Category: Miscellaneous
The Time, it is against Us
The Time, it is Against Us The time, it is against us. How the hour is getting late. Wait! Easy, Charile… take you time and trust us, Tempt fate and find your mate, if you use what you have wisely. Minutes, like dog-years blindly erasing…
Think thoroughly
This is not a solution To take hastly that decision. You’re exhausted about this life You want to take the dredly step. You’re so helpless. You have no hopes. You have no dear ones. You’re an orphan. You have so many dreams, Those are always…
Hour 2 “Missing the Pause”
Missing the Pause …Miles to go before I sleep the days merging into fast forward with very little Pause Pause to be still Pause for silence Pause to breathe Today I relish the chance of living in the Pause— For how many…
Channeling Socrates
We don’t know what we don’t know, and in the scope of the universe or universes, we don’t know much. That doesn’t stop self-proclaimed experts from shoveling shit, rejecting truths, from filling our heads with bad info and doubts, filling some heads with assurances that…
Poem 2
“But I have promises to keep” -Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Glowing Pen And to my shadow I bid goodbye As the night swallows my bleary eye Yet I’ll keep my pen and keep it bright With it I’ll write words…
Prompt 2: Between the Woods and Frozen Lake
Between the woods and frozen lake a gulf exists where one might take a brief respite from travelling onwards a chance to breathe, a chance to break Between treacherous, ice-covered, unknown depths and thick, dark woods of unknown breadth a moment here to gather…
In The Hallway
Shadows seen just below Odd sounds four doors down Mine, barged open Backs of the unknown visible from afar Steps for my feet seem as miles Hurried breaths Wishing I was there
Hour 2 : Miles to Go, after Robert Frost
Miles to Go, after Robert Frost 2 dead and 21 injured in a terrorist attack against a queer bar in Oslo. I find out in the middle of this poem and erase it entirely. 2 dead and 21 injured in a terrorist attack against a…
My View
My view Eighth floor window Facing south toward town In old highrise filled with old ghosts Of both people and pets Very pesky Hazy