My attempt at the "My Two Sentences" style.
The barren winter calls across the lake, But what they hear are very diff’rent sounds; Each sees the world on their own chosen grounds: Results of choices that they daily make. For she sees death in winter’s every move: The cold becomes a penetrating freeze That brings her down, somewhere past mere unease To having … Continue reading "Barren Winter"
Warning: Something vaguely like adult content.
A fantasy she was...
She considers herself an average girl, Who’s led a sort of mundane life: This model-scientist-dancer-preacher Who I happen to call my wife — She was an entrepreneur for years; She’s a volunteer when she sees a need: She’s been a mother, a grandmother now, And there’s not enough hours for her to read All the … Continue reading "What She’s Like"
born a beautiful cat in a world of dog packs that are all hostile, yet do want her -- for sport
cold distant yet burning are all we stars
I’m sitting in a waiting room And choose to write this verse; The snow is blowing hard outside The wind keeps getting worse — Winter once was magical With castles made of snow; But now the world is blank, and I Can’t see which way to go — The wait is over, and my child … Continue reading "Waiting Room"
The first time that I saw her there I had to kind of catch my breath — To fall so hard seemed so unfair: Another day, another death — But then I saw her looking back: The days came wild, I lost track — A look that turned into a life, And hope that turned … Continue reading "A Hope"