As a tech absorbed person with aging cells..hooked on smartphones…I just wondered… The world is big. It shrank… thx MS.Web Apple of my i βμ.
I made this using Recite This on the web.Probably more for quotes than random poems, but I liked it. You have to fool around a bit, it does not accept hard returns, but hey! It is fun.
I don’t like wishing my life away It seems to happen anyway.
Lost or found Standing still Or always moving. White picket fences Wide open spaces The iron masked man Stands, watching (strange little girl) Running in circles. Children swing Back and forth Laughing or crying. City parks Shine bright on perfect days. Do you know where When? To jump off the merry-go-round? Strange Little Girl
Dis here bloggn’ thang means that I gotta rite someting fer u folks out dere. Eben if me r sic [sic]. Naw, it ain’t in Swed-lang or Swinglish, neider. Deal. Dis here r 6 tings ’bout me. Jus me rita dem der poems, like, fer all me lif. I donno likka tomatoes, raw is icky…
My tears screamed to the floor shattered like glass My breath rode the tail of a memory until its being was no more. My lips sought shelter attracted to the light and darkness My eyes close lids gently surrender We sleep. Cold tiles a relief from existence.
This poem is inspired by the photo, taken in Brussels a couple of weeks ago. The rose, laying so purposefully, between two tubes of cardboard, made me wonder what happened the night before. Did two lovers just graduate from university and part ways, leaving this legacy behind? Or did young love blossom and they hastily…