Monday, November 28, 2016

untitled (in Ireland)

Oh, what to do, what to do,
Should I, could I
Move cross the sea,
Cross continent to that,
Would I be welcome,
Or shall I be shunned,
Told to go elsewhere,
Could I find home?

So at the Cliffs of Moher I started to hike along the dangerous path, taking it slow, but when I was hit one way then the opposite by strong gusts of wind, I decided better of it, and went back, writing a limerick of what could have happened:

There once was a man from Seattle,
Against the winds of Moher he did battle,
From a sudden strong gust
Over the edge was he thrust,
On the rocks below his bones did shatter.

Friday, January 29, 2016

untitled (2016)

Why do I still love her
After all this time
With even a love and loss
Since that brief time with
Knowing full well that
Being together
Could never work
Even casually
Failed in the end
For she could never understand
As she paid no mind
Or ear
Only wanting her needs
Attended to
And I did listen
And I do understand
Which is all the more
But my stupid Heart
Will not listen to that
So on I go
Anguishing over the