this moment between
past and future is as thin
as an idea
yet it holds no less than the
entire universe at once
Tag: poetry
six word stories–8
Dear Time,
Being held prisoner.
Present
soul and spirit
cageless, my spirit
flies untethered
ageless, my soul is
wise but weathered
weightless, my spirit
is unmeasured
hateless, my soul is
truly treasured
my spirit flitters
here and there
and never settles
anywhere
my soul remains
within my heart
yet soul and spirit
never part
Limerick 1
A farmer from rural Decatur
Found his soul in a hole near a tater
And grasping for it
Found it weighed quite a bit
So he called down the hole, “See ya later!”
headlights
while driving down
the road to town
one moonless
summer night
oncoming cars
like shooting stars
seemed merely
streaks of light
and as we passed
so close, so fast
our lives
depended on
that we remain
within our lane
or chance to
meet head-on
so now when I
see cars go by
I check my mirror
with care
and hopefully
I’ll never see
an accident
back there
(orig. posted 4/16)
lighthouse
she stands so solid
on bricks and rock in the sun
yet it’s a facade
her true form shows in a storm
a guiding angel of light
–photo by me
haiku 46
tho fall skies turn grey
the afterglow of summer
still hangs in the trees
–photo by me
wild widowers
unkempt widowers
are like abandoned highways
overgrown with weeds
when a man’s soulmate is gone
there is no reason to shave
–photo by me
night school
i dream of distant
open seas
where troubles flee
on balmy breeze,
but i’m too tangled
in the trees
to reach those
easy shores~
i wake and wonder
why it seems
my own subconscious
often schemes
to educate me
in my dreams
with simple
metaphors
–photo by me
haiku 45
schooled serpents spell out
their sibilatory sounds
with strings of esses
–photo by me
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