First drops splat You felt that More will come Time to run Run – for it is surely coming Splat! Splat on the window screen Clears the muck – the spot is seen Cleansing where the dirt has been And rain is surely coming Splat! Splat! Splat! The sound is heard A tapping on my Read More …
Tag: poem
Perception
Battered and bleak With no ending in sight Hopelessness, helplessness Sleepless at night Distortion, distraction All fear and all flight Or is my perception Withholding the light?
Grow the Idea
I tossed an idea I clearly rejected Abandoned another Discarded, neglected No act of pursuing No fanning the flame All thinking – no doing No pain and no gain Frustrating though really I thought it was good But now it’s all theory I strangled the bud I am reminded of a day that began Read More …
