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I fear the closets fuzzy things

I fear the closets fuzzy things Unseen thoughts with distant stings Dreams soft whispering breezes bring To calm the demons to which I cling For life has had its way with me It taints the beauty that I see With brushstrokes marred by visions lie That wingless birds could learn to fly I sit and long for never was Wary of that closet fuzz For monsters all have shape and size And fuzzy thoughts spread wicked lies

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 3/13/2025 8:36:00 PM

You are on a roll, sir. This is super, methinks.

Tom Woody

Date: 3/13/2025 8:43:00 AM

Your first two lines of stanza two says it all. Life has caused many to become jaded, cynical,even to embrace disbelief. However, understanding why suffering exists and what the remedy is can make all the difference, ie, sifting through the fuzzy lies and embracing logic and truth can produce hope in the human heart

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 3/13/2025 8:04:00 AM

I have to fav this one. I need to clear my closet. This poem is Laugh and Love. Thanks for the morning kick.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 3/13/2025 6:48:00 AM

Interesting and unexpected. A childlike fear of monsters in the closet. … With brushstrokes marred by visions lie That wingless birds could learn to fly…fuzzy thoughts…

Lin Lane

Date: 3/13/2025 6:16:00 AM

John, after reading many of your poems, I'm left wondering your source for the direction and dimension of what's prompted them. This is one of those that leaves me feeling that way and at the same time, amazed at your ability to write something that left me on the edge of darkness.