Thursday, December 26, 2013

My Life

My experience requires nothing to look back on
instead- it requires me to be new every second.
No looking back from me- for I am gone
and my old life can't be reckoned.

I am new, newer still
with every word I compose
and believe I never will
as my life slows.

Just kidding.
I cant imagine being old yet. I am content with having the imagination of a two year old for now.
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Our desert (haiku)

I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones.  Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...

  • Pen to Paper
    There is ink in my pen And I'm pretty sure If I put it to the page It would come out, Creating some sort of mark On the blank pages. Of ...
  • The Rain
    The humble drops of water Fall from the furthest reach Onto modern art in the garden: Flushing the angles of the sculpture Of the gum wr...
  • Late
    When I said I'm scared that was an understatement. When I'm too blind to see things when they happen And too used to second chance...