A scent of Wisteria if real or fake borne by warm breezes over rippling tidewaters. A ship’s sharp whistle from deep in the gut, as sweet music echoes through silent halls … a faceless, mute bibliotaph, who treasures… within his soul… sounds he cannot experience except in his penetralia. © Sometimes, 2017 This WORDLE #129, has languished in my notebook for months. I … Continue reading Wisteria in silence and sound
Every day–as if by magic there’s a new crisis to cover each worse and more tragic; The Angel of Death faithfully will hover over events which appear strategic, choreographed, and artistic maneuvers directed by an invisible hand– that is not necessarily beneficial. Breathless reporters thrilled with new news, of open skies storming–ice defying global warming: topics discussed and promoted in a myriad of views…put forth … Continue reading The News
Kitty… Where do you go When you vanish like that? How do you reappear so soon? Why are you napping now? What is your game? Who knows? © Sometimes, 2016 Continue reading Who Knows Cats?
truth or consequences? pick the right solution for the mysterious answer to life © Sometimes, 2016 © Sometimes, 2016 Continue reading Say…or Pay?
At times I like to talk in rhyme but I don’t do that all the time. It is usually better to modulate the voice to speak in dulcet tones and airs of choice, crooning tremulous or chortling mellow esteem, rather than utter harsh or bitter raucus noise. At times I chatter on and on in circles, filling the air waves with clever syllables; other times … Continue reading Talking too much?
Time of day rules all we might do from First Light to the End of Night. The morning birds bid us rise up… Time of day rules all we might do– sleep, eat, play, go here, do it now just follow the clock round in time. Time of day rules all we might do from First Light to the End of Night. © Sometimes, … Continue reading Time of Day…a Triolet
Sound of Fear A BOOM! muffled but of notice gives pause when heard on a quiet afternoon. Wondering– would I be so complacent if I were on the other side of the world? Would I calmly, momentarily look up from my page in wonder and contemplate the source of the BOOM! “a backfire? Or distant thunder?” Or would the BOOM! resounding warn of something more … Continue reading Sound of Fear
Follow where life leads Never be afraid to alter the course of life’s road. There is no limit, no closed doors… Sleep refreshes, a pause to rest and plan to choose which bend to follow when the morning begins, and the Sun rises and shines on an original plateau. Marking a line to North or to West implies no pact to heed to the path … Continue reading Follow where life leads