Library books
Late return fees
Not the end of the world
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Poem Tweet #6
Started reading a new book
My feet hurt
Two books started, but not yet finished
Lots of time to rest my feet
Reading
My feet hurt
Two books started, but not yet finished
Lots of time to rest my feet
Reading
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Poem Tweet #5
Unceremoniously dumped over the edge of the balcony
Sharp pine needles flying afloat
Removed, collected by the unknown
The termination of my Christmas tree
Sharp pine needles flying afloat
Removed, collected by the unknown
The termination of my Christmas tree
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Andy's Poem
Wondering, wondering, wondering
My head in the clouds
Anticipating a surge of rain
One drop, two drops
The heavens befall
I am my own hero
Propelled up above
Wondering how I got here?
It's my own doing
Diligence and persistence
Like the unrelenting rain
That covers the earth
Refreshing my wellbeing
I know who I am
My head in the clouds
Anticipating a surge of rain
One drop, two drops
The heavens befall
I am my own hero
Propelled up above
Wondering how I got here?
It's my own doing
Diligence and persistence
Like the unrelenting rain
That covers the earth
Refreshing my wellbeing
I know who I am
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Loan's Poem
The new kid on the block
Waiting at the bus stop
Head swaying side to side
No means yes
It is not quite so obvious
The sun rises
The river runs
Each bank on either side
A touchstone of faith
The wicked divide
No more
Light befallen on my face
Rich crystals of righteousness
Reflecting the colors of my heart
Once again I stride
With strength and courage
To take the path of the unknown
The bus arrives
I am ready
Waiting at the bus stop
Head swaying side to side
No means yes
It is not quite so obvious
The sun rises
The river runs
Each bank on either side
A touchstone of faith
The wicked divide
No more
Light befallen on my face
Rich crystals of righteousness
Reflecting the colors of my heart
Once again I stride
With strength and courage
To take the path of the unknown
The bus arrives
I am ready
Friday, December 6, 2013
Poem Tweet #3
The moment when the
Bridge lights illuminate at dusk
The sheer power of it
Let me live that fantasy
Bridge lights illuminate at dusk
The sheer power of it
Let me live that fantasy
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