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