[m]y original poetry and public thoughts on the creative process. Feel free to share your thoughts on what you read here. -[w]ill
(NaPoWriMo Day#30) A train rolls down a wooden track Guided by a child’s imagination Journeying through time and places Through a mind growing and molded By every moment he is alive Each word sinks into memory Each adventure a building block In the temple of adult maturity Mold him; teach him; love him Guide him; [...]
(NaPoWriMo Day#29) A phone rings inside An empty house. The Sound bounces off of Polished wooden floors Seemingly searching For somebody to Answer it. The first Ring calls out to the Family room where Children once laid on The floor playing board Games just before bed. The second ring roams To the kitchen where The [...]
(NaPoWriMo Day#28) I need to read more poems Long and short; Of love and pain. The more I write the more I Hear the poets calling me; Encouraging me to learn. The potter with no teacher Is merely a boy with clay. A mind full of creation; Hands not taught to how create.
(NaPoWriMo Day#27) Drops of water drip from a leaking gutter To a newly soiled flower bed ten feet below. In a rocking chair he watches the destruction. Dirt once combed over perfectly by hand Lovingly smoothed by crooked wrinkled fingers Has given way to a small but growing hole. Memory stolen by old age and [...]
(NaPoWriMo Day#26) Inspiration comes from staring At blank screens with fingers on keyboards; From pens frozen in hands while The writer stares off into the distance. In those moments of silence God speaks directly into listening ears. Words flowing into the mind, The spirit becomes enlightened. The heart beats with new passion And the instruments [...]
(NaPoWriMo Day#25) A few remaining cars sparsely fill The parking lot at evening’s rush hour Their owners work a few hours more For the luxury to drive them home She stares at the hood of her’s Admiring the beauty of yellow-green Tree pollen dusted perfectly across The candy apple red mirage Forgotten memories of past [...]
(NaPoWriMo Day#24) Have you ever held your hand still Just above a river’s passing water Liquid rushing by reaching for your skin Jumping up; eager to commune with you Beckoning you to dip a finger in
(NaPoWriMo Day#23) A bird made the decision to build a nest In the small tree outside my front door Every morning, as I leave for work It startles me with a flurry of wings As I startle it by opening my door With the nest set squarely at eye level I wonder of the contents [...]
(NaPoWriMo Day#22) I bought a lady breakfast today In her dry, scarred hands she held A handful of miscellaneous coins She gathered from other patrons That passed through those doors In her eyes I saw peace and strength Burdens and concerns weighed only On her body like her ragged clothes I told her I would [...]
(NaPoWriMo Day#21) Title me untitled For I do not have a name Worthy of speaking praise Title me unforgiven For my thoughts of you are not mistakes I will ever regret Title me unnumbered For I can not count the days Laid out for me by God But by God I seek to stand Title [...]