Calligraphy

Only you and the paper
Emptiness
Put down your lines and write
Every stroke has meaning
The letters telling
The message on paper

Been improving my handwriting. Maybe I'll even try calligraphy. Would be nice to be able to write some of my poems down.

Ode to my chrismastree

Ode to my chrismastree

Green, silver and lights
Just stop and look
A moment of peace
A feeling of quiet joy and contentment
Thinking how it used to be in the past
And how it always will be

I really like my chrismastree, I always have

Like a puzzle

Life is like a puzzle

Except all the pieces fit

Every change you make

The picture changes

And one thing is true

There is no solving

The puzzle of life

I was working on a puzzle this afternoon. A beautiful picture but a hell of a job to make. Thousands of pieces and only one fits. So unlike life. But the endproduct will be a perfect picture. Because if there is only one way, that way is perfection.


Not my finest work but I am not perfect so can't expect  perfection every time.

Running

This poem I wrote at the beginning of the year.

I've been running

Running with the winds

But when the speed picked up

It almost nocked me down again

But now what do I do

Do I need to walk on the plains

Pace myself untill my breath is back

And start running when the wind picks up again

Or do I stop and look around

Find a nice sheltered valley to walk through

Where the wind can't find me

To have shelter when the wind picks up again

Or do I get stronger

To be able to run longer

To be able to keep walking


When the winds pick up again




Well I've stopped running, but I still move with the winds ever changing. I've grown stronger and stay walking when the winds pick up again

Dust

I was dusting this morning.

Dust

Like a cloud
A layer
Sticky
A cloth
With one whipe
Shake out
Clean