I was sitting late one night recently when spontaneous laughter came on me from a source that I can only say was not me. At least it was not me that I typically refer to as me.
I wrote The Hello Tree in about 10 minutes this Saturday afternoon. It’s about a man who is lamenting a life lesser lived and askes the tree that grows quietly outside his kitchen window for advice and comfort in his final hours. My friend the tree outside my window provided inspiration for this poem.
There Is No Time, things just is you see, In the house of my mind where the child I did be. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, structured things, Are merely of my mind, man’s creation brings. Tempus fugit! my old man used to say. Nothing left to the world but my thoughts this day
The Sky Is On Fire The sky is on fire to the west of here, Clouds grow as evening draws near The old man said as he stood and watched, The familiar hues of the colour swatch, Of the light. She said, sure where will you go? alone in the mix in your overcoat? Back […]