Blessed rain falls
Quietly pattering
A soft percussion on a dark night
Whispering
Category: Free Verse
When you work on a computer
Tickling strings or finger pads or ivories
Feeling the push and pull, the give and take
Hearing the music you can together create
The clack of plastic grates at the ears’ memory
Unbound
Of all the things that I could be
I wish to live unbound and free
Sigh
So often do I find that I
Have turned my gaze toward the sky
And though my mind is ever wild
In those fine moments, I can sigh
“Slow down!”
I oft lock eyes w’the wheels of time
When they are spinning blinding fast
And all that I can do is cry,
“Slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down!”
Finding answers
I walked about
And talked about
Each thought that circled my mind
And in the end
My path did bend
Though it seemed no answer could I find
Few
Few pleasures sweeter
Few comforts cozier
Few luxuries greater
Than one’s own chair
By a fire
With a book
And someone you love
Alive
When your heart beats wild and free
When your hands are sweat and dirt
When your muscles grow tired and sore
When your eyes droop hot and heavy
Despair not
You are alive.
3/12/21 – rains
Torrential rains pouring upon
A mind already tired
Memory rhyming
I’ve often dwelt in thoughts of other times
Of other places, far away from here
Of moments distant, yet so very near
And there, my memory begins to rhyme
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