In my dreams there is
A world beyond the waking
One with new places
That rhyme with old
In my dreams there is
Calm
Peace, far as I can see
Where laughter reigns
In my dreams there is
Sweet, sweet silence
Category: Short Poems
Lament of the writer
Like lightning bugs creative sparks
Flit through my waking mind
They spin and jump and leave their marks
For me to seek and find
I only wish they’d choose a time
When I could delve so deep
It’s troublesome they write and rhyme
As I’m trying to sleep!
9/13/2021 – a haiku
The sky turns to green
As far-off thunder rumbles
And rain starts to fall
9/11/2021 – a haiku
Quiet do the songs
Of those who’ve passed play for us
Loud are the living
9/10/2021 – so swiftly
So swiftly do the pages turn
‘Neath young, impatient hands
9/9/2021 – a haiku
There is music there
Hiding in your mind’s corners
Waiting to be heard
At least there is a box
There is a box
Just outside reach
In the deepest recesses of space
In the box lie secrets
Wisdom
The truth of the foundations of the universe
The box is latched
Locked
The key, lost
And the knowledge within
Unknowable
But at least there is a box
9/7/2021 – a haiku
The wind becomes quick
Rustling through trees and grasses
As fall approaches
Ode to the rulemakers
Your words, they twist and turn alike to winding, crooked creeks
Your actions speak of bending to an interest money piques
Your spine is like to beasts that, boneless, wend through briny sea
Thus with naught but a breath your ilk corrupts our liberty.
9/4/2021 – let me walk
Let me walk
That I might smell the green grasses
Let me walk
That I might feel the sunshine
Let me walk
That I might taste the air
Let me walk
That my feet be reunited with the earth
