sun shines brightly
on the glistening snow
casting the illusion
the day will be warm
nature lies
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Friday, January 3, 2014
Jan 03, 2014
and so we close the book...
a new chapter begins...
common comments on change
making me ask the question
who is writing these things
how many have they written
what really is the change
should i bother to pay attention
too many times it seems
only the names are changed
the plot remains the same
time to change the authors
a new chapter begins...
common comments on change
making me ask the question
who is writing these things
how many have they written
what really is the change
should i bother to pay attention
too many times it seems
only the names are changed
the plot remains the same
time to change the authors
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Jan. 02, 2014
i hear the sound of echoes
from thoughts i left behind
thoughts which are forgotten
lingering only through echoes
faint the sounds remain
haunts within the mind
caresses for the inner ear
reminders of something unknown
the question that rises is
should i wonder about them
or simply let them fade
as forgotten for a reason
tickles across the brain
make ignoring impossible
teases at my awareness
demands for attention
too much time spent with recall
in the struggle for their return
but only the echoes reply
it is truly difficult getting old
from thoughts i left behind
thoughts which are forgotten
lingering only through echoes
faint the sounds remain
haunts within the mind
caresses for the inner ear
reminders of something unknown
the question that rises is
should i wonder about them
or simply let them fade
as forgotten for a reason
tickles across the brain
make ignoring impossible
teases at my awareness
demands for attention
too much time spent with recall
in the struggle for their return
but only the echoes reply
it is truly difficult getting old
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Jan 01, 2014
moonlight becomes real
the world dances in silver
cold creates the music
footsteps make snow sing
the chill dances within
making winter alive
welcome the cold as friend
feeling the old fall away
cold opens the door
letting the new come to life
renewal of spring comes
through the bite of the cold
there in lies the reason
humans live in the north
extremes extend reality
extending the borders of life
in the hardness of life
conditions make it more
sensations magnify life
seasons become amplified
through extremes we define
the limits to living life
extending the value of all
no matter where it exists
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