3/10/14 {my take on Shakespeare’s “all the world’s a stage”} The grass was a lurid green, wildflowers minuscule, half hidden glowed cadaver-white. Clouds like angry monsters, puffed and bloated, roamed the sky, a plastic blue pragmatic mass under which we mortals lie, and scurry like insects to and fro through petty drama ’til we…
Tag: poetry
His life story in my imagination. . . .
Wrinkles run through his face, riverbeds often flooded with tears. This line from when his son died, this one from years of labor, Here; it appeared on a rainy day at 15 left on the street. When his wife left for good, little creases filled in the gaps between lines, cobwebs in the space she…
{The Sunlight Disappeared}
Fading, fading, blue jeans bleached. Hair, one day, not brown but grey. Why continue? Everything just fades away. . . I saw the sun shine brightly overhead. I heard the sparrows chatter jabber over crumbs. A cloud passed over the sun – And life just sauntered on. When the sunset set the sky…