Audacity


It’s audacious
Hubristic, really
To think these words
A silly spackle of thought
Might, maybe, change things
Dampen a bit of rage
Create a little love
Maybe, just maybe,
My audacity might
Bear fruit
Hope echoes
Within

Dreams of the open road

Once I dreamt 

Of the open road’s

Mysteries and delights

Envisioning freedom

And escape, adventures

The discovery of myself

Now I see

Cold nights 

Buried in blankets

Fog inside on windows

Surf’s call outside and loud 

Sleep’s DemandsĀ 

Finally it ends

Laying in the darkness thinking

Sleep’s demand winnin

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A Tuesday Morning Haiku

When you move too fast

The obvious, at times, missed

Which slows me down

An Unconventional Life

My life’s been lived

At a right-angle 

To reality



I’ve always valued originality over all else. 


Sirens in the Dead of Night

Fire engines call

Sirens piercing the darkness

Summoned against fear

The power of dawn

As mornings are born
Light pours into the darkness
Potential returns

Mornings have great power, setting the tone for the day. 


A Tuesday HaikuĀ 

Eternal movement 

Hands sprinting on these dials

Relentless motion 

Roll The Clocks Back

I sometimes wonder 

If we should roll our clocks back

Into sundials

Grab happiness now

Sadness is lurking
Eventually it will spring
Grab happiness now


Sadness is always nearby. Don’t wait to grab happiness!