Sometimes on my PC and laptop–something will start; something will go away; something I want to start, will fail to start.
Love sometimes fades, instead of growing.
Change comes before you know it.
Not feeling well, but don’t show it.
I’ve got tunnel vision again. At least, that’s the version I’m currently running.
Let’s get cracking–before I’m tripped up by my own two feet. Like a hog on ice skates–not that I’ve ever seen a hog on ice skates.
My ice maker is hard-pressed to keep up this summer. I need some hard-working words, to work hard for me. What is there to choose from? …Happy Hippies–Yippee! …Cartoon cats? …Words that rhymed with snivel? There’s drivel and swivel. Dull would fit right in there, somewhere.
Writer’s block stalked on big, flat feet
Word clearinghouse, barren, stone cold
Mediocrity attacked, anything written
Conserved word resources–a poor excuse
Oh, the places words wouldn’t go
The places words wouldn’t see today
A murder plot brewed
Behind imprisoned walls
Coffee’s gone cold
My words, old and stale
Nothing funny to say
That’s about write
Another long journey lies ahead
Should be used to it by now
Everyday is an unknown journey
From familiar to the unfamiliar
Lives lived, the same dreams, dreamed
Windows opened–air refreshed
All things reconsidered
Save your breath
You might need it later
Another example of GI’s and their senses of humor. A cobbled together car body on a Jeep chassis in India. It looked like an Elmer Fudd cartoon car. I wondered if it were painted a bright color–or the usual olive drab?
Nearly brought to my knees
By pricks of conscience
When would these
Cheesy, Don McLean’s
American Pie, parodies end?
Just another in a procession
Of magnificent obsessions
Why did creativity wait
Till I walked away
Then beg–to be let out?
It couldn’t be
There’s got to be
If I dig deep enough
To find it