Single-handedly, the

world defeated me.

But I will be back.


The earth shakes

a dog with fleas.


Hang on a star

a tree swinging limb.


Leave the rest to me.

Sometimes I know what to do.


Deposit your troubles in the depth of the ocean.

It can handle them.


Sing a tune out of tune.

Just sing.


Inside surprises await

Like a gusher

Waiting to erupt.


Categories: Poetry, Uncategorized, writing | Leave a comment

Post navigation

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at

%d bloggers like this: