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The Weight: A Poem
So the dance begins again, a waltz betwixt head and heart -- what I want to do versus what I should do. Prisoners are we, locked in prisons of flesh and bone, locked in lesser versions of ourselves. Go, break out.
The Sand Shed: A Poem
A poem about loved ones lost, fond memories and my own time running out. I'd say enjoy, but it's not that kind of poem. Reflect, rather...
I Love You, Dad
Ugh, Family... There's not a perfect one on planet Earth. My thoughts dwell on family this day, specifically my Father; inspiration and voice of reason both.
Music To Write Books to
The bulk of my writing is done at night. There's a calmness to having dark blanket the world; no one needs me for anything, work is most definitely over, I can exist, just exist, in peace. It doesn't last long, the peace, because my brain starts asking questions, questions like: why aren't my fingers typing, or why am I wasting perfectly good writing time? It always wins in the end -- no rest for the wicked, as they say. But with my digits in motion and half an idea in mind, what do I drown the uneasy silence out with? Music, of course.
The Wolf That Lived: A Poem
I weep, but not for me Flesh and bone, flesh and bone Turn my sorrow into lead Pull salt from sea Rip cloud from sky I'll tear it all asunder Moon is rising Light is fading Blood is spilling Revenge is my name Daughter of the damned Do you hear my howl? Do you see … Continue reading The Wolf That Lived: A Poem
Elke Wolf: The Horror
Oh, Elke. Were you tangible, were you as real as the reader, as real as me who wrote you, I wonder what you’d say having read your unwarranted biography? Would you be satisfied with its ending? Would you keep going knowing what you must go through, what you must endure to reach the end? If our own life stories were available in local libraries to be read at our leisure, would we? Is life kept interesting by not knowing what comes next?
Thank You: A Poem
Stiff the breeze, cold my fire Not even bones left on my pyre Trees, lucky ones with patience Patience enough for time to scatter me To those trees I hope my ashes are enough I’m sorry I wasn’t more More for you to feed and grow So eat me, digest me Return me to dust … Continue reading Thank You: A Poem
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