Category Archives: creations

By chance, by choice

Crawling close to the ground as
Rocks rolling close to the edge
Is this a perilous path we chose
Or fell upon, willy-nilly, by chance
Or choice? Are we in a position
To make a decision, to correct
Course? Is this a perilous path 
We asked for, that we wanted 
For ourselves, consciously and
In our right mind? I, blah blah, 
Being of sound heart, have set
My journey on this course. We
Are human beings, and being
Human, we walk the earth on 
Two feet. We are always on a
Back foot. Humans evolved to
Walking upright, being human
We only crawl when abjected,
Humiliated, as if we were cast
Off, drawn close to the ground
Is this a perilous path we chose

Simply put

The stranger and less familiar
The greater the pull. Unusual
Words want me to use them,
To sprinkle them over the top
Like so much sweet garnish
Over common expressions,
Expanding meanings from the
Ordinary, trivial. Meandering 
Far from what you think you're 
Saying to a novel thought on
A different trajectory. You've 
Built a tree of ideas, branches
Alive with the unexpected, the
Consequences of imaginative
Thinking opens adjacent ideas.
Strange and unfamiliar words.
Transform an idiom, so it's ass
Over teakettle with excitement.
Simply put, give it a new verve.

Across a night sky

Across two nights across the 
Night sky lit from within lit by
A waning sun a rising moon 
My skyline offers me drama
With a touch of dramamine.
That last bit is just an LOL or
A "ha" not an aha. There is a
Peace in its symmetry and in
Just how nature blends then
Highlights what man clearly
Is building across two nights
Across the night sky lit by a
Setting sun, or, by electricity,
From within or by the moon

HAIKUs

Haiku how?

Do I follow form
Or formulary? Is 5 then
Seven and 5 to
End the verse enough?
Or to start it up again?
Do I follow form?

Haiku wow

So short and yet still
So stubborn and insistent.
Do I follow form?

My haiku

Why five, not three, or
Four. Why seven, for me, a
Magic number, not
Nine or eleven or
An even ten an odd one
Not one per se, but
A shorter or a
Longer number like thirteen
Why five, not fourteen?

Why? Am I missing something?

Just musing

Inspiration? Is it overrated
Or just underutilized? Why
Must I search to be inspired? 
It's all so much harder than
It would be if I were visited 
By my own personal muse.
He could drop in without
Fanfare and unannounced 
To give my work a goose in
The right direction. Every
Day and any time, I would
Be urged to create. Oh, and
Yes, all my writing would be
Beautiful and beastly. It all
Would be just so inspired!