moon
January 5, 2014 § Leave a comment
the ethereal shine
does not reflect
but speaks to the ink
surrounding its edge
such a beam of bright
in a sea
of space.
a moment of gazing
at the globe
resting above
seems to take away breaths
of doubt
from those below
even after it rises or sets or rises
its magic
its glow
remains
a beacon
of belief
Often
January 3, 2014 § Leave a comment
i often recite made-up poems in my head
right before i go to bed
without a pen to write them down
they often go forgot or unfound
i try to remember them the following day
and write down the words that i meant to say
but i find they often never sound as well
as they sounded last night in my head to myself
new year enigma
January 2, 2014 § Leave a comment
an endless list of how to be
better
than before
it’s not enough
to try
we must make verdicts.
resolve
to be better
a new year
a new you
but isn’t time
a construct?
without meaning assigned.
why be better now?
why not be better now?
why be better always?
why not be better always
the poem daily
January 1, 2014 § Leave a comment
if I were to write a poem everyday
i’m not sure i’d have enough to say.
would i write of my daily worries and whims
the boring stuff, or of fears and sins?
would i express feeling of joy and loss,
or would i pen about my morning floss?
could i possibly capture my daily life
if i wrote a poem a day –despite the strife.
i often think it would be a good plan
to write and write in simple short-hand
about what i’m thinking every day
maybe look back and see what i had to say.
it seems a good way to recall the mundane
but also capture the glorious gains.
all happy and excellent days that pass
it would be nice to look back on them, make them last
so i think i’ll do this starting now-
my first poem of many, i steadfastly vow.
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