A decision pressed closely against the glass Reverberates a prism of thought Of connection. Of dissonance. A decision of solitude. A decision of birth or denial. A decision pressed closely against the glass Strains its ugly ear to find you. Strains into your deepest thoughts. Listening, pressing close. Making a crowd or closing in solitude.Continue reading “The Pressing Solitude of Decisions”
The letters twist to and fro. As if they knew the scribes struggle…
Layers of life fold like an onion. A worker can stop and pick from a field. Layers of life Cause joy and confusion. Lay awake, and count the stars in profusion. Orion a star A hunter, a fighter. Gatherer of glee. A summon. An answer. A Jubilee. The strong thrust of reason. The small pullContinue reading “Layers of Life;”
The trees whisper silence. The mockingbird has left. Death. A still throbbing Silence Mourns the rampant winter. The trees, torn from a raging wind Lay silent Cased in their icy tomb.
The cheerful ringing of the chimes outside my door wakes me. Sitting up I yawn languidly and think pleasant thoughts of coffee, scones, and my hike through El Yunque National Forest. It seems ages since I drifted into this memory, floating still in my head like a balloon without a string. It was quite a trekContinue reading “5:45 the Writer Wakes: El Yunque”