Here in my darkness
under an empty sky
I
am
contemplating
life and death
love and hate
lost in thought
Surrounded by eternity
I stand on the edge of midnight
and wonder in torment
Did I leave the oven on again?
Poetry
Promenade With Robert Johnson
I don’t mind the bumps in the road,
the challenging paths that I ended up on by choice or design,
I don’t mind getting lost, being rescued, left for dead and stranded
on dusty trails to roads that go nowhere.
I just want more minutes, hours seconds in the day
so that I don’t have to rush through it all.
Promenade
with Robert Johnson
to and through
every
Sunrise and Moon rise I can find.
Inspired By The Daily Additions Prompt ” Promenade “
The Travel Guide
Would you follow me to the end of the world
or
to the ends of the Earth
Which would you choose
which do you think
I’d bring you back from
or would I?
Do you trust me?
Most of the time I don’t.
Shall we pack now
before it gets dark and we can both still see
what is ahead.
First In The First
I know
you
I had you
all
figured out.
How dare
you
be something
else
be someone else
how dare you
make me doubt
my reality.
Here
I am God
where the Songs of Snohomish
In the First,
trapped forever
in the First
drone on like bees
lost in a field
under a blazing unforgiving summer
Sun
mindlessly
endlessly
pointlessly
Ostinato.
First In The First
Ostinato.
Daily Prompt: Broken