ex-peri-mental
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Is this faint rainbow a sign
that at the end of this journey
there’s a pot of proverbial gold
that on this three day trip
all the stars will align
it’s worth making the effort
of all of us trying to do
something excitingly bold -
Bad Mornings
I feel the searing sea of sorrow
of a youth lived less than fully,
too rigidly having followed
the perceived constraints of that time
and now staring into the face of the bully
of the inevitable process of ageing;
eyes that frustrate attempts to focus,
fingers that no longer obey the mind,
compounding aches a daily reminder
that you’re no longer
in your prime -
I think optimism is a choice
considered against defeat
it is the knowledge of your inner voice
evaluating this until life is complete
when you still had options left,
and time, well, did you try?
Or was it not worth the effort
while the tide of life was still running high -
november haiku
with daylight failing
childrens faces remind me
of early spring mornings -
blackbirds
eating apples
straight from the tree -
this morning’s sky
obscured by
dirty windows