And there you go. My smartass commentary on the evening.
Though late I am not sleepy I sit here, listening Rain falls upon my roof Forever, it seems, I’ve loved that sound
This night’s emotion As I seek tranquility Buried within fears
I walked under street lights The cooler air brings darkness earlier Looking up, between Orangey/Yellow globes Through the furry firs Upwards amidst these Bright blue and white ghosts Of my childhood Where I would Drift through the cosmos
Summer’s moving to fall Teachers brewing coffee Preparing classrooms My wife awake before me, coffee ground, french press timed. Classroom preparations, lesson planning and coordination, so much effort this last week before school starts back up. Forget the thermometer, this shows the season’s change.
Searching in the dark You’ll find love hiding In the corner Impish grin upon Its face
Easy slumber Fur faded Over many sunsets No notice Of my journey Guardian of his Dreams
The sun blocks the moon Or is Sauron searching hard For his ring again?
How much intolerance Must I tolerate To prove to the Intolerant That I am tolerant? I created this some time ago, but find it still relevant. Maybe even more relevant. Actually, more so each passing day.
Head Cake, Katherine Dey on dionisopunk.com A post shared by Dioniso Punk (@dionisopunk) on Jul 2, 2017 at 12:09pm PDT French aristocrats Their talk of “let them eat cake” Then losing their heads This is just a bit of an experiment to see how Instagram’s embed feature works. Looks like it’s too good, Read More …