Dreary fog settles
Rain falling day after day
Blue skies would be nice!
Dreary fog settles
Rain falling day after day
Blue skies would be nice!
Swirling paths of light
Leaves gently falling. swaying
Deaths hand plays a song
Of fractured domains singing
Complacent in the calling
I’ve written and photographed to two ninety ninety nine,
I’m at the cusp of three hundred on this fun blog of mine.
As I hike and I walk and take pictures galore,
Do I have the stamina for three hundred more?
As long as I breathe and can take a long hike,
It’s my poems and my pictures I hope you’ll still like.
(I read this to my son and he said “You sound like a hippy Dr. Seuss.”)
I saw an empty
Head, vacant eyes calling out.
Watching, waiting for
Psychedelic drivel to
Ooze out of soulless sockets.
Insinuations
Slowly roll off of twisted
Tongue, meaningless vibes
Moving forward, silent noise
Sent forth to quiet the night
Brainstorm
Ideas swerve
In and out to a quick
Tempo of mutual passion
Tick tock, creativity knocks
Spontaneuous thoughts are
A reflection
Of life
Our anger blinds us,
Time set aside for healing
Hatred and darkness
Fill the soul, changing nothing
Can’t we all just get along?