Let me tell you about a friend of mine,
said having fun was just a waste of time.
He thought life owed him more than what he got.
When he looked around on that final day,
he found himself alone, it’s sad to say.
His money had piled high, but his memories had not.
Broken / Repaired
There was a time when we were young that my life was broken and shattered into a thousand pieces. Each fragment was scattered about the universe and many of the pieces were hidden in the darkest places where humanity could not survive. Yet, you stubbornly sifted through the emptiness and filth of the world to gather all those pieces. With kindness, compassion and love, you carefully examined each one. You traced each of their jagged edges with your soft fingers until you knew where it belonged. With caring you guided them back into their place. Until I was whole.
Nothing’s so busted
it can’t be put together
with patience and love
I Don’t Know
This is a senryu
or maybe it’s a haiku—
I can never tell
~Writing Poetry
I have my dictionary, a thesaurus and a laptop filled with billions of pieces of information at my fingertips. There’s a staggering number of words, and combinations of words, hidden in my keyboard. Like scrabble pieces spread out on the table, all I need to do is lay them down in the right order, at the right time, and with the right flow to create the right image. Aah, this should be easy.
writing is easy
getting your words to make sense
is the hardest part
Jerry Brotherton 