20th

I write a few x’s, a finker, a tiddle, Then suddenly some luster; it’s over – the nightfall. Tuesnights.

Self-doubt have long since clouded my confidence – Never trusted my instincts, not a single ounce of credence – What others see in me – always blind to my perspective, How to have faith in thyself? Be one bit positive?

Daily Prompt: Dictionary, Shmictionary

sometimes we think, sometimes we speak – sometimes we do neither, well I don’t know the trick to be eloquent, to be fluent, I dream to know the secret But first I must know what that word they say albeit.

Tumult and confusion they endlessly surround, Nights I make days, long hours abound – Gentle swayin’ of the leaves, I yearn for soft ripples of the sea… Can’t wait to be home to you, my constant tranquility.

Daily Prompt: Next in Line

With crown and flags, these people serve their realms They shake the earth, never overwhelmed Blue robes and tiaras, spoons in gleaming silver Nobility indeed, it dazzles, it shimmers.   Harry and William, even Anna and Elsa –  Scar and Mufasa, together they kumbaya One part modest, the other’s quite the prodigal One to become heir to all, the other a…

Daily Prompt: Digging Up Your Digs

500 years from now, an archaeologist accidentally stumbles on the ruins of your home, long buried underground. What will she learn about early-21st-century humans by going through (what remains of) your stuff? I guess people from the future would learn how the television robbed us, 21st century humans, of our ability to learn from the outdoors.    …

Weekly Writing Challenge: Build Your Own

I had been here before, a long time ago, When innocence ruled me and naivety I show When dreams were impossible, where simplicity’s the life code All housed in a primitive, rudimentary abode.   I didn’t stretch out my hand to reach for the stars I didn’t explore the horizon, didn’t travel far lands I was…

Pain and Balance

As I was skimming through my old stuff one late afternoon, I came across our company newsletter (News From the Cubes) with this poem:   Great God I sometimes wonder how strong you are what awful cosmic tension throbs inside your restless brain why in the scheme of conception did you include pain.   If…