what thoughts cross her mind in her copper flat? staring out a second-story window: barren fields, lonely roads, a river’s flow. baring a patina, a well-worn hat: intent to not allow her sheen to show what thoughts cross her mind in her copper flat, staring out a second-story window. ever-evasive, an elusive cat, and all…
Tag: Alone
An Open Field – A Haiku
i often picture myself, alone in a field swaying in the wind.
Morning – A Haiku
morning spent alone rattling distant railroad tracks grey sky and treeline
At Least
she messaged me for awhile but i guess she lost interest in me a sharp pain explodes in my chest however briefly replaced soon with numbness i don’t know if it’s more of shame or disappointment of bleeding heart or bruised ego wounded pride turns to cool indifference and the heat in my cheeks fades…
This Mess
i’m a mess – a ragged ragamuffin running roughshod riding white water rapids and rolling river rocks – muddied mind malaise riddled masked in mirth exuding merriment maimed and torn miserable – pale portly panicked poor – a man alone in pain abhorred – surrounded enclosed locked away tight – retreat from the sun turn…
Table for One
distinctly i recall pale lonely nights spent in silence staring through cracks between the blinds – lights dimmed listening to voices creep through the walls sealed off isolated surrounded by unacquainted nameless faces – haven’t spoken to another going on three days – doesn’t seem to bother me much – i take a seat at…
Piecework Prose 