And To Thee An Hourglass
suddenly in a gap between talking, he was taken over
by a new page, turned mid flow, as he clutched his chest,
creases betraying a defeated face as a thousand thoughts
bottle-necked the wasp-waste of an end, the hourglass
about to crash to the floor, his hourglass, his time, his eyes
and through the mist and haze, he had never felt so alone,
clamminess whitewashed his pain as th...
Tuesday 27th July 2021 10:42 am
By The Stars
along,
a wrong and lonesome man
at pace,
his place, through days, at least
he walks to stars
he walks through nights
a dream
would seem is where he’s free
to be, to be
the man he wants
to be, to be
along,
in song, another world
untold, his soul can live as one,
the one, the one his dreams allow
for now
our hero,
by stars, for now
Friday 23rd July 2021 8:37 am
Why Things Happen
The splash changed the course of the universe
as the fish startled in his round of the pond.
Why are you here? asked the fish.
I fell in, cried the rat, wearing water he donned.
Why did you fall in? again from the fish.
I just fell in, just fell in, that is all.
But why, you could have fallen several ways
but you fell in here so why into this pool?
I lost my balan...
Friday 1st January 2021 10:05 am
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