Now do I walk or do I run
Toward that bright’ning, vibrant sky
Toward the rising, reddish sun
Now that the day at last is nigh?
How do I seize what’s yet to be
The destiny that lies ahead
The fate today will give to me
After the sky has turned from red?
What wondrous gifts has life today
What will I see ere day is done
Which stage is it on which I’ll play
And do I walk, or do I run?
Without a sound
With peaceful calm
The conscious shifts beyond this mortal plane
That life is true
As so is this
Celestial marriéd to mundane
On one hoppin’ good night
I sat out with my dear
We drank to sunset red
And kissed into the morn
‘Iambic pentameter is a bore’
Say those without a single shred of wit
Though I’ll admit, perhaps it’s a bit more
Effort than what appears the worth of it
I have more love than I could ever use
From she who holds me tightly in her arms
Ask me again and e’er it’s her I’ll choose
I’ll care not for another’s grace and charms
Days of heat and sweat and tears
Drenched in atmosphere
Summer solstice ever nears
I see air rising here
I forgot to write a poem!
Whatever shall I do?
Give up and now forgo ’em?
Stop writing? Reading, too?
I’m feeling so embarrassed
But now the hour is late
So I will merely write this
And ‘morrow sleep by eight
Half a heart and half a home
Leave little room for minds to roam
Drips and swishes
Howling dogs
Distant roaring engines
Sweaty faces
Brightest sun
Sights and sounds of summer
The rain falls hard
As on a tin roof
It drowns out all
But thoughts in one’s head
A Poem A Day 