Lost in anguish, returningHome to a meal of ash,My stomach a bag of burning,All is forced from my mind like a fast. A sparrow scolded me from heightsAnd mocked my lonely misery.“Where are you headed this dreary nightYou miserable clod, where do you follow […]
Category: Personal
Life of a Sock
When life turns tumultuous twisting and churning, Which way should I go, which way is up? …Squirl! What does the sock experience when washed? Does it like the squeezing, rubbing, and spinning? The end will come when the dirt is gone, But to be […]
Blue Smudge’s Muse
On a crisp fall evening I heard the most peculiar thing, when the trees swayed and the wind curled by. There in picture frame reverberating as if to sing, blues and greens, yellows and whites of night’s sky. Stepping closer, gazing, straining silently to […]
Mournful Man Minus Mate
Look and see; a tree stands alone atop a hillOne soldier nationless, wandering absent motoNowhere bound goose, silhouetted by the moonExamine a sock with other lost, no longer fit to useLeft in a drawer untouched, like a lock missing keysInert is the book with […]
