I opened my front door the other day. It was raining. Each drip looked as if it stung the cement landing quickly and bouncing sharply upward breaking into pieces. I stood there for awhile watching. I listened and I smelled. There was absolutely nothing unordinary or special, to make this memory stick. The air didn’t … Continue reading Talking to you…raindrops 4/30/20
Dead They’re all dead I see them in my head Dancing and flirting Dropping Like flies Swatting Combative Trying to be free Let go Of the nothing That holds me instead
Sketch by my daughter, she felt more comfortable with a different piece, so here it is. A sincere thank you to those of you who took the time to share your unique perspectives with her on being an artist. I hope you enjoy the poem in it's entirety. What do you think about the concept … Continue reading Nothing Is, As It Seems – November 3, 2019
So, to those of you who have been following along with my Nothing parts 1-5, I have one more verse I’d like to add to finalize the poem. However...I have a favor to ask of each of you first. My daughter drew a sketch (a few months back) that holds the exact feeling visually I … Continue reading Talking to you…Nothing is, as it seems 11/13/19
Nothing Flatlines Because it’s no more Than nothing. Life ceases to roll To wrap around anything You tinker and you toy Playing with So much more Than What it is.
Sketch by my mother’s mother It could mean everything, It could mean the most important thing. How Then Is it Nothing?
Your nothing Is different Than my nothing. If nothing Is just nothing Then it’s all the same, But it’s not Just listen. ~~~ It is everything Unwrapped Scattered all over Our minds Can’t make sense of Nothing So It turns us Numb. Not dealt with, Null and Void. ~~~ We fight against nothing. How can … Continue reading Nothing Part 3, 4, 5 – November 3, 2019
It is everything Unwrapped Scattered all over Our minds Can’t make sense of Nothing So It turns us Numb. Not dealt with, Null and Void. We fight against nothing. How can that be nothing, It has to be something, right?
We fight against nothing. How can that be nothing, It has to be something, right?