My family doesn’t read this blog
Nor do my oldest friends
On pseudo-anonymity
This blog’s main use depends

I want to write on everything
But not hurt anyone
Since no one I know reads my stuff
The thing seems easily done

But secrets, I’m afraid are never
Kept long in the end
And one day, those I hold most dear
Will read these words I’ve penned

Forgive me, then, if anything
I may have said brings pain;
But I needed to say these things
To find myself again


Cat with a bunny hat

For now, I’ll pause and think a bit
To find a word that seems to fit

And although it will take some time
I guess I ought to make it rhyme

For sometimes, rhyme’s the harmony
That locks in musicality

In rhythmic tones of spoken verse
Be they expansive, or be terse:

Be they profound, or be absurd —
What’s needed is a rhyming word