Forgotten
I’ve spent so much of my daily life glaring, That my mirror has forgotten, how they looked, welcoming, I’ve seen so little of my own eyes, sparkling with delight, That I have long forgotten the true purpose of sight. I’ve
Is There
Not to throw, whatever we can against the wall, Not to mouth, every profanity we can quickly recall, Not to vent out, pent up frustration into the community, Anger is there, to test our affinity for serenity. Not to cover
Rocky Nest
We knew there was no other place, but the mountain top, Because this was where everybody we knew, had set up shop, I still remember, the location was merely the first of many a grouse, But that still meant, that
Lake Infinity
Just when I was almost pleased at seeing the first rays of dawn, I was dejected, that they weren’t looking for my lawn, It seemed everyone took pleasure in provoking me into delight, And then reminding me, there was no
Perfection
Around the edges, the eyebrows taper a little too sharp, And the face is imbalanced, neither round nor oval, they harp, Perhaps just a little more effort, could have salvaged Mona Lisa’s fate, It could have been a lot better,