Some of us run wildly through life, without care or concern for the consequences. Some of us tread cautiously, looking both ways, weighing the odds.
Some of us let our fears overcome us, and before we know it, we’re approaching middle age and still don’t know how to avoid life’s oncoming cars. Continue reading Pedestrian. A poem.
Despite what you might think after reading this poem, I am not into passing out during sex. It made for an interesting poem, though. Continue reading La Petite Mort. A poem.
Ah, haiku. My favourite 5/7/5 syllable verse form.
Back to writing in threes, which seems to flow naturally for me.
There was a time when I used to drink a lot. I don’t drink anymore. And I’m better for it. Continue reading Broken Bottle. A Haiku Trilogy
I didn’t walk after my workout today. But I thought I’d write a poem about it, anyway. Continue reading Walk. A poem.
Ever been in love with someone that doesn’t know it? Maybe you have, maybe you haven’t. Maybe this poem means nothing to you.
But if you have, this poem may mean everything and more. Continue reading Grace. A poem.
The Japanese Haiku’s 5/7/5 syllable structure is a source of great enjoyment and wonder for me.
I don’t know why I write Haiku’s in groups of three. I just do. Continue reading Haiku very much
This has been a big week for me. I’ve written a number of poems (some I like, some I don’t) that have been well received. Here’s another. Continue reading The Lie. A poem.
This poem is a true story.
If you’re feeling, or thinking, this way – choose life.
Every time. Continue reading Today. A poem.
Another poem. So much for me saying I don’t write poetry. It’s almost all I’ve done this week. I think I’ve got a bit of a knack for it. Continue reading Womb. A poem.
This came to me this morning. I love Haiku – it’s simple 5/7/5-syllable structure is challenging, but allows one to speak volumes with its brevity. Continue reading The Veil of Love. A Haiku Trilogy.
As a person who suffers from long term depression, I thought it only right that I write a poem about it. Continue reading Black Dog. A poem.
Well, I’m on fire this week. Here’s another poem I composed.
As with all my poems, it’s deeply personal. But hopefully it speaks to all. Continue reading Homeless. A poem.
Some haikus I wrote – Japanese poems based on a 5/7/5 syllable structure. Like I said, I’m in a poem-writing mood. Continue reading Haiku, haiku, haiku. Bless you
Another poem I wrote. I guess I’m in a poem writing mood, at the moment. Continue reading Unrequited. A poem
I don’t normally write poetry. But I woke up early, as I always do, thinking about what to put in my blog, and this came to me. Continue reading Reborn. A poem
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