Morning
Sleep, awake
A subtle dance
Between states
Unwilling to choose
Not just yet
Not just
Yet
Category: Poetry
Billy Joel
I don’t understand
What life in New York is like
Cultures intersect
Sunlight Falls #Haiku
Now facing westwards
Glory bursting through the trees
Cool air satisfies
A Martial Arts Aspiration
My aspirations
Continue with martial arts
For all of my life
Transformations
My child prepares
The next journey
Of schooling
A single step
This new world
Transformation
Intimidates some
Others feel promise
Some blend them
Strange balance
Cowardice
What cowardice is
Letting fear define your life
Compassion stolen
Groan…It’s Morning
Feeling exhausted
Just not sleeping very well
And I don’t know why
The Changing Season
Boys training
Football season nears
Air cooler this morn
And wet fog upon glass
Autumn’s inevitability
Soon, so soon
Empty Beauty
Physical beauty
That lacks depth internally
Emptiest of gifts
Where Love Hides
Searching in the dark
You’ll find love hiding
In the corner
Impish grin upon
Its face