While all the appropriate words
Are being said and shared
Accompanied by laughs, hugs and tears
I shall stand in a corner and disappoint
And then compensate later
Through a different medium
That allows much
To remain with me
Tag Archives: writing
All Good Things…
This young couple in a café
Now speaking, now fighting, now silent
About things that don’t matter
Disrupt the morning routine
Of the old man who sits nearby
And lets his coffee go cold
The Routine
A cramped office space
Papers stacked unevenly
And high
The faces
Of engrossed men
Hidden behind
A man
Not hidden
Hiding
Observes all but them
Through the window
By his right
Once Upon a Time…
Myths and stories seem
The only means that explain yet enable
This madness
This resolute conformity to it
If only the writers knew
The havoc their works would wreck
Would they have shunned their craft?
Or pledged to never stray with words?
Vain strivings
Reason to wonder to myth
Is a journey of elaborate embellishments
And would affect humble beginnings alike
Nobody wants to die for reason
It is not a glorious death
Shadows
The shadows of the greats
Encompass much and linger
For too long
I cannot see my shadow
It is lost in theirs
It is all a rewrite
I suppose this is too
There is form and there is content
But none of it seems to be mine
Should I read less?
Should I urge the still sun to rise?
To ascend and then stay above
Maybe then the shadows shorten
But maybe so would mine
And still be lost in theirs
Let the sun be then
I’ll learn to step aside
And let assurance take its time
There is enough land
For all our shadows
A True Sentence 