the road became a tree-lined tunnel—flickers of
crepuscular rays try to play tag with the squirrels
as they stutter-dash across the shafts of you’re-it!
a free for all, until the road-tires butt-in—
flattening all the rules on a tire-treaded squirrel.
the light reacts with a sudden shift—to renew.
anticrepuscular rays converge to the antisolar point.
a change in perspective as the light beams fall.
inflating the tire-treaded squirrel with a do-over.
the game goes on until sunset or the next rogue tire.
There is boy child
In every man
I see in me.
frisky little cat
playfully jumps on big dog
who in return barks
Judged as audacious, the pure heart
played on, like an innocent child,
deeming all souls one, none apart;
emotes, tempestuous and wild,
yet touch tender, loving and mild.
I’m at play
A brilliant day
I would just sit here and while it all away
And lie there by the bay
I die over and over
Each and everyday
My true self to find
As if life were kind
A moment that is mine
And ill steal it
One so very fine
In the darkness i dine
All by myself in Lexington ky
By kerosene lamps
So grumpy
Playfulness
Early morning
the rain has fallen in the night
inhale freshness
“morning has fallen”
makes me think of a fat man
who fall because
he has not tied his shoes properly.
I can´t remember the song
but I think feel it is beautiful
My soul is sentimental
I avoid churches
the organ music makes me weepy
I don´t know why the bloody
organ sounds awful on its own.
Sorry.
I was writing a Haiku but got lost
in the jungle of words
I am not a poet
verse writing is for the daft
with nothing to do.
Look people that was a haiku.