Today I wonder if I will ever just relax
I wake up in the morning feeling tired
Go to bed feeling the same way.
I ain’t nuthin’ but tired. Yeah, I’m just tired and bored with myself. Hey there baby I could use. just a little help
Wait, I just lapsed into a Bruce Springsteen song.
Meanwhile, I dreamed I had to maneuver through lot of obstacles to get somewhere — rocky stuff and hills that a person could easily fall off of and I seem to have made it through; but what was the point? I do not know.
Maybe it was that you can make it through the things you see as trouble.
You are strong. It’s not that the obstacles won’t be there. It’s that you will handle it.
Maybe it was a psychic thing — a few months after that dream, I broke my wrist on Mount Vesuvius! And I handled it! Coincidence? Non lo so.
Will I ever write again?
And if so, I wonder when?
Will I discover someone oh-so-grand?
Like Dick Van Patton or Ayn Rand?
Something is there
on the edge of my brain
Waiting for a a word or a way to explain
How to cope with the world and the rocky terrain
The spice of life…..
can be risky
and even scary
and even worth it
… most of the thyme!
Playing around with paints on a tile
Takes my mind completely off of me for awhile
This little bird looks a tiny bit shy
something in the shape and the look of the eye
it turned out that way and I don’t know why
Daily Prompt: Suspicious
I DO NOT LIKE THE WORD IAMB
WILL YOU DEFINE IT IF YOU CAN?
I DO NOT LIKE IAMBIC FEET
THOUGH METERS MAKE ME FEEL COMPLETE
SENDS ME PACKING AS A READER*
DOES THIS DEFINE THE ONE TRUE WAY?
HOW CAN THAT EVER BE OKAY?
*OR…DEPENDING ON PRONUNCIATION:
IS THIS THE BEST BAROMETER?
I stopped writing each day
and I gained weight and felt sad
But worth a shot to get back into the routine
All I need is a line a day
On a winter’s day
Lost in the perpendicular peripherals
Tripping over clutter and chaos
and finding my way back to the center