Born From Who Knows Where

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.Hamlet, William Shakespeare Where were you,cos you certainly weren't here Daydreaming Well, that much is clearBut where did you go? Honestly...I don't know I lost my train ofthought daydreaming WildMonkey barsWhere cavorting primatesHang about They mooThey jump over moonsButNeverhave I seen a cow smilePerhapsA … Continue reading Born From Who Knows Where

Flower Beds

And so it is our day of toilour hands, the soilwhere sweat let rununder the sun In work, digress, settle downstreamearthbound, I dreamthoughts in dire needdesire to bleed I tire, withdraw, let slip my minda place I findto rest my headflower the bed The minute poem.The rules are simple:3 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas)8 syllables in … Continue reading Flower Beds