Feasting upon some auburn twilight, I thought of insignificance. My own, of course, but on a grander scale as well. As funny as that may seem. Grand insignificance. Ha. Glad to see my humor isn’t lost yet.
Tag: love
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.27.19
I didn’t get immediately out of bed. I stayed there for a short while, listening to the rain. Lingering. Between worlds. Looking as the blue hum of hue, cased in right angles, snuck out from behind the blinds.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 11.25.18
There was a note this morning. Left from myself. Orange paper, stuck to the desk. It read, “it is good for a poet to wait in the rain.”
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 9.2.18
What is worth? Worth time? Money? Worth heartbreak and sorrow? Worth loss? What is worth you best intentions? Why is some other worth none at all? Is it worth the effort? Worth any of this at all?
The Veracious Facade 