Peace seeps In deep cuts Of ruts and broken lust; As effort eclipses Perfection unchased in Impossible Notches of not knowing tomorrow's Future. So you cut away At Yesterday's game. #smallpoems #writingcommunity
#smallpoems When Answers double over from within while A summer wind Rescinds sin Nestled on a tongue curled Life ferns at the feet. The breeze calls the pain On surging upturned leaves Who howl for forgotten son Collisions of sun collectors Chloropast pushing Against unwanted disaster As birds chirp on. Singing, This too shall pass
Stolen dreams Rolling on seams Of past flowers Who bloom jn rash hours. A rugged love who loose strings tug on gloom of never was Time broken in tokens of stolen moments Of Mes beholden to us Who lust For lost Holding attonments #smallpoems
#smallpoems Hushed Gossip split on summer's wind in forgivines of sins unfolding in green chandeliers hanging precariously to drought tied strings of rain that will not sing unseen bounces on bird songs from above as time tickles toes from below. Our simple existence, pollen in a warrm breeze conscience but a wisp as we silence ourselves to stories the wood
Tied to love; lied through Eyes who shove truth above in gloves who hold An iris scoops of Light, that fills two souls As I question candles Who knows Wicks fading in past glow Will always extinguish Us. #smallpoems
Working on extending arpeggios https://ukuleleunderground.com/courses/ukulele-102-2017/ukulele-102-week-2-arpeggios-finger-picking/ Remembering to play notes in order and when do go kick down the fret board too, Sheesh #ukulele
unfocused memories joyous epiphanies seeping into Miseries of unknown histories the misfits of what ifs knowing truth must unwind in glimpses of stolen time told in smiles cut of the same star dust #smallpoems
My fitness plan #smallpoems Live your happy. Nothing matters. find your happy in all that matters, of food eat closest to the sun, no dogma honest fun. Just math. Do push ups go outside. paying to run in place, lift heavy stuff, just dumb you are your resistance weight, unless that your happy place. fitness has so little to do with physical No matter matters
#smallpoems #edu407 Good poets get passed like bad wine, as I take a jug of Emily Oliver from Tara. A poet warrior, opine in prose; precision in paint splashed on moon rises Oliver I find interesting Deep patterns, Ohio hops from pages; so much form, in the free form Yet like a summer wind,once grasped meaning fades, of truth still left, honeysuckle bits stu