a broken guitar,
an unopened letter,
a string of pearls,
and a faith in the stars

all were washed away
on the king’s tide
and he just watched
the ocean and rain
sweep a part of them
away forever

Time Lapse

I have seen time lapsing
and slowing,
as I try to hold back
your tears

I wasn’t the one,
you knew it but weren’t prepared,
like the land that isn’t ready for rain
and young for the inevitable death

still we played with fate
laughed at the fading dreams
for eternity and what extends
and waited for nothing,

Shadow

I like to play with shadows,
making birds,dogs and dinosaurs

I think everybody else does too,
because it is the one thing
nobody ever gives up on

no matter how bad the dog looks
or the birds fly
nobody comes up with
“I can’t do it.”
even the failure
ends in laughter

So what are you making today?

What scares a writer?
I have always wondered

some say it’s the rejection,
some say it’s the creative exhaustiveness,
and some blame the isolation

but for me it is the blank screen
that mocks me for emptiness,
laughs on my in competencies,

In it I see my rejections,
my creative exhaustiveness
and the isolation.

for it contains nothing
and holds everything.