Two minutes: Go!
How fast can I type?
How fast can I think?
Of course, my critics
Will tear this idea apart -
Saying where's the flow of ideas..
Silly rule you're using..
and so on..
I do not know what
Will come from the race,
But an attempt to stream,
To bring the thoughts
Talking about what i want to talk about
...and timer rings.
So.. update my phone app,
For the next quest,
And I start the timer again.
Time is trickling past,
Sometimes roaring like rapids -
Eating away at the thread
Woven for my path
By the Three Fates
Time is one of my
Most valuable assets -
If I give you my time,
My attention,
my devotion..
then - damn. two minutes gone again.
Showing posts with label fragment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fragment. Show all posts
23 June 2017
22 March 2017
"Couplet on Defeat" (P.o.t.D. 3/22/17)
neglected. abandoned. wasting away...
why do I keep trudging, day after day?
why do I keep trudging, day after day?
21 February 2017
"Prelude to Rest" (orig 2/21/15, rev 3/29/17)
What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with the world?
How come there's such a disconnect?
Maybe a good rest will give my mind a cleansing...
...I'm going to take a nap now...
What is wrong with the world?
How come there's such a disconnect?
Maybe a good rest will give my mind a cleansing...
...I'm going to take a nap now...
18 April 2016
"confusion" (P.o.t.D. 4/18/16)
A brain begat a babbling brook
Of weary words, and worries weird...
Of weary words, and worries weird...
10 July 2015
Transformations...
Time seems to evaporate,
While fears coalesce...
While fears coalesce...
23 June 2015
"Two minutes, Twice" (P.o.t.D. 6/23/15)
Two minutes: Go!
How fast can I type?
How fast can I think?
Of course, my critics
Will tear this idea apart -
Saying where's the flow of ideas..
Silly rule you're using..
and so on..
I do not know what
Will come from the race,
But an attempt to stream,
To bring the thoughts
Talking about what i want to talk about
...and timer rings.
So.. update my phone app,
For the next quest,
And I start the timer again.
Time is trickling past,
Sometimes roaring like rapids -
Eating away at the thread
Woven for my path
By the Three Fates
Time is one of my
Most valuable assets -
If I give you my time,
My attention,
my devotion..
then - damn. two minutes gone again.
How fast can I type?
How fast can I think?
Of course, my critics
Will tear this idea apart -
Saying where's the flow of ideas..
Silly rule you're using..
and so on..
I do not know what
Will come from the race,
But an attempt to stream,
To bring the thoughts
Talking about what i want to talk about
...and timer rings.
So.. update my phone app,
For the next quest,
And I start the timer again.
Time is trickling past,
Sometimes roaring like rapids -
Eating away at the thread
Woven for my path
By the Three Fates
Time is one of my
Most valuable assets -
If I give you my time,
My attention,
my devotion..
then - damn. two minutes gone again.
05 March 2015
"Ogres are Like Onions"
My contradictions
Derive from many hobbies,
Diverse and yet mine...
Derive from many hobbies,
Diverse and yet mine...
21 February 2015
"Prelude to Rest"
What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with the world?
How come there's such a disconnect?
...I'm going to take a nap now...
Maybe a good rest will give my mind a cleansing...
What is wrong with the world?
How come there's such a disconnect?
...I'm going to take a nap now...
Maybe a good rest will give my mind a cleansing...
"Out of Ink"
Just a fragment:
"My pen is spent.
Will it rise again?"
"My pen is spent.
Will it rise again?"
Labels:
fragment,
haiku,
poetry,
rough_drafts,
word_play
30 April 2011
"bed bath"..."& beyond"
SSSU: "bed bath" - waking up, shivering, in a pool of your old sweat on a hot summer's night - "& beyond" - ...and wondering how one can drown out this dreary doldrum with dreams delightful and deluge-ional
03 March 2011
Clamoring to Be Heard
"God, grant that I may seek rather to . . . understand, than to be understood . . ."
...a billion voices all wanting to be heard, but forgetting to take the time to listen - myself, included... and the one voice I tune out the most is my own - so unaware, at times, of what I'm saying...
...a billion voices all wanting to be heard, but forgetting to take the time to listen - myself, included... and the one voice I tune out the most is my own - so unaware, at times, of what I'm saying...
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