Taking Time: to Live, Laugh, Love and Leave
Will you ever read my words again. Did you read them a first time? Did you understand, or try to. Will they gather dust upon your shelves or worse, find their way to a landfill? I shouldn't care I suppose. I purged them from my heart. That is what I had to do to make room for more. Will you read the latest ones ... will you understand, or try to?
Most the writing here is free-style and brisk. The author's intent is for the reader to relate and find expression for some of his own experience and observances.
The subject of the writing covers ordinary life, extraordinary love, gleeful laughter at the world and oneself, and the acceptance of having to leave it all behind.
What's For Dinner?
Fishing for his dinner
gambling what the s
hoped to be a winner;
Saw him later,
at the Burger King
Poets Then and Now
A reclusive woman sat among her papers
and her pens, professing to the world
that her poetry was her friends.
Her playmates were her poems she said,
but this was not unique
to those today whose only play
is that of write and seek