Solitude

Nighthawks~ Edward Hopper Doomed to solitude by my imagination The idea of you Is so far beyond what is possible For any human being Which is why I leave you there With him While I remain here And watch The person I imagine you to be But whom I know does not exist ~~•~~ I’ve … Continue reading Solitude

Morbid Limericks

This is the first installment of… Morbid Limericks. Knowing me, I’ll get distracted, (there are squirrels everywhere,) and this will be the last as well, so enjoy. Comes a time one’s situation When an end comes to the narration Fie mortality Cull joviality There’ll be time later for vegetation

Aging, A Limerick

Yore: a visit to my eye doctor My vision’s crap, I know that for sure He noted my age His comment was sage Young and handsome, yer no anymore (Nice.) He continued, not ready to stop My knee itched, bent to bury a pop Looked into my eye And to my surprise He said handsome … Continue reading Aging, A Limerick

The Sock Monster, a limerick

For all of my years spent on earth Over 50 for what it’s worth I’ve come to accept The dryer’s bold theft (Paused here just to say Colin Firth) Ahem, not sorry. On laundry day I’m plagued with self doubt Eight socks in, only seven come out Today I was shocked To find every sock … Continue reading The Sock Monster, a limerick

My House, is a Very Very Very… um… House

So many subjects to discuss, so much writer’s blockage to overcome. Allow me to update you on a few topics I might more thoroughly address in future: https://www.rollingstone.com/politics/politics-news/kathryn-kimball-mizelle-trump-judge-voids-mask-mandate-1339427/ 1. Despite the recent ruling by a Trump appointed judge, one of the many deemed unqualified by the bar association, the pandemic is not over. My mask … Continue reading My House, is a Very Very Very… um… House

Thoughts to Live (and Die) By

“Tout vient a qui sait attendre.” All hoped-for things will come to youWho have the strength to watch and wait,Our longings spur the steeds of Fate,This has been said by one who knew.‘Ah, all things come to those who wait,’(I say these words to make me glad),But something answers soft and sad,‘They come, but often … Continue reading Thoughts to Live (and Die) By