so much I recall
sunlight streams in through windows
chatter of songbirds
Memories of joy, of sadness, all flow at random moments. When my mind floats free I rediscover history, these elements within, forgotten but not lost.
I dig computers
Great advice for the new poet…and for the old. Of course today we always have our phone with us, capturing our thoughts, poem scraps along with photos. There’s research supporting pen-and-paper’s superiority, for what that’s worth. Ultimately, the best solution is the one you use. As long as you’re confident in capturing your ideas, your brain can focus on creation.
jet growls overheard
with rain falling gracefully
awaiting the dawn
Sitting here, finishing a poem, while preparing for my day.

dawn’s approach
dancing through the clouds
birds boldly calling

my house quiet
every one else sleeping
while the killdeer chant