Day Seven - A Nomad's Life

The nomad's life is filled with newness.
Each new place brings a new reality.
New realities bring fresh perspective.
Fresh perspective engenders an altered consciousness.
In turn, new understandings emerge.
Each new person presents an infinite mystery.
How then, could the nomadic life ever get old?

Day Six - Valediction

Fare thee well, my sweet
I'll await no reply

As countless joyful memories
Recede in rearview of mind's eye

Intersecting paths for divergent feet
Gift of brief union a most natural high

Gentle kiss on glisten-y cheek
Until next time, my friend...goodbye

Day Five - Cinquain

who knew?
how stupid phones
could make or break friendship:
o'er family plan rejected
or shared

Day Four - Jaundiced Outlook

Stumbling through life wearing
Lemon-colored glasses
Makes everything seem
Pissy

One person's untrusting
Becomes
Another's unwilling to compromise

And one person's outlook
Has suddenly become
Another's reality
Watch out...jaundice is contagious

Day Three - Sea Shanty

Oh the motion of the ocean puts you right to sleep

Sailors rock the middle in between the sheets

Aye the crew of two ne’er worked so hard

Standing at attention under skies bright-starred

On a bed so big it should be called your ship

Cap’n barking orders and cracking the whip

No landlubbers in this nautical tale

Jump aboard matey cause the ship’s setting sail

Oh the motion of the ocean puts you right to sleep

Sailors rock the middle in between the sheets

Day Two - About a Lie

simplicity's curse
blessed truths
escape tongues and tides

Day One - Something Borrowed

Abortions will not let you forget
Ill-conceived yet noble goals unmet
Should've could've would've beens
Rank among the deadly sins
Nostalgic wish a child inbred
Half-cocked ideas turn walking dead
Never-was equates unbirthed begets
Aborted dreams you can't forget


*First line courtesy of Gwendolyn Brooks' poem, "the mother"

Warm-up (chipping away the rust)

Insomniac rhythms justified 
By clocking time in distant places
Bright morning sun caresses upturned Eqyptian faces
Midday offerings grace Balinese holy spaces 
While unyielding urban lights strain
Silent sentinels to bull-horned passing freight trains
Disrupting muted city post-midnight soundscapes
From dried and dusty pen, virtual timewarp coaxes nascent imagery to first attempt escape