Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Treasures of the Precious Moments in 1985.
WALLS
I’m just marking time,
And can’t explain why
When the door opens
I kick it shut.
A wall was built some time ago,
The seams mossed over
So nothing can penetrate,
The wall’s purpose, lost with the key,
Yet the prisoner finds the wall insecure,
Builds walls within walls,
Breaks into himself only the find emptiness,
And the final realization comes too late,
The walls protect nothing,
And nothing was saved.
March 16, 2024 at 5:58 pm
As I look out the window, the darkened sky predicts the approaching storm. The remnants of the last weather event are nearly gone, but no one is sure of the power of this one. Here are my thoughts while I await.
A pregnant sky looms,
Soon the landscape
Will change.
Altered by nature’s course,
Solitude created.
February 8, 2016 at 9:37 pm
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