Fresh from the sea pier
Big tunas shine like silver
As forklifts hauled them.
Categories:
warf, business, career, culture, work,
Form: Haiku
I
We perceived whole fabric of Universe Great Teacher
The woof and warf, and another dimension
Cosmos flings debris on this Hammock Superior
Now: curvature in whole fabric as Mass alters Spacetime
II
If debris, rocks caught are so heavy for the Canvas
Beware more mass - the sags may join
Black and White: portal to Death or A Multiverse
Categories:
warf, 12th grade, art, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
The air carries winter's bite
To the ear, the nose and fingers
- But the day is full of light,
A golden shine that falls and lingers
Upon the warf and woof of everything.
The apricity all 'round is why the birds yet sing
Upon their icy perches.
A ghostly touch of warmth lies all about
As the heart conducts its silent searches
Through the deeps of cold and doubt.
Categories:
warf, introspection, life, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Abraham Lincoln; a copper penny....
I found a penny from heaven, just now?!
Have not picked one them up in quite awhile
A lucky penny I have always said ~
Although like most, this I have never truly believed
1964, Was the date that it read
I was there; I had to stop and think....
Rubbed it as I paused *
Laid down my pen and pad ~
Stuck it in my watch pocket and took a break
Three o'clock and a tad bit overcast right now
Sitting here at the pavilion, people passing by
Birds singing, the sounds of conversations oblivious
To my mind; 1964, I was there but, only five ~
The Beatles, Martin Luther King, Vietnam, JFK
He, had just died; Martin and Robert, soon to follow....
Yet innocence was still alive!?
Forty years, 1964, make a wish, open up a door
Mom and Dad, young, brothers, children, at the warf
Hopes and dreams still in store....
My lucky penny, what does it mean, what could it mean???
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....“A Penny, From 1964” ~
Note: Smile ~ “A Repo, Winter 2006 ~ `Love, Always,`” John!:) ~
Categories:
warf, faith, life, love, time
Form: I do not know?
He once wore the mask of the reskin tride,
An orphan set to drale.
Where once was shame, and farn, and guilt,
Now is but a tale.
A man too sold on a life unlived,
In search of fairer fay.
For by the stone, and warf, and will,
He arrives anew to-day.
©2011, R. Erin Lenth
Categories:
warf, depression, inspirational, introspection, recovery
Form: Quatrain