Where’d you go little demons, where’d you all go? You’ve taunted me for so long. Perhaps I’m too busy washing windows to acknowledge your presence… not the greatest of distractions, but it will do for now. Perhaps I’m caught up in screens and could use a new life lesson… as you fade into the alley […]Read more "– far sight –"
In the heat of stress, knowledge cools and it relieves, soothing in all light. D.J. WhisenantRead more "– haiku # 78 –"
Michelle gave a warm morning welcome. BJ exposed his Jersey roots while on break. Brian was welcoming in the back of his SUV. Matt did the same (even if he couldn’t remember my name). Frank offered me a summer treat. Dave went from friend of a friend to cordial coworker, and Greg… thankful to […]Read more "– allies –"
Originally posted on Poetry On A Roll:
Critical self-improvement, constant renovations, replacing used parts for a flawless finish. Damaged body image, corrupted thoughts, and tainted love stories Pictures of perfection blasted on painted walls, the story of self acceptance. written by: Kimalee Jones
My soul sets like the sun… shame on me for bringing about my own nightmare. Where did the voice go… one filled with random melodies and Top 40 hits? It appears to be hidden behind a window… or 200 of them per day. Where is my desire to croon at the top of my lungs, […]Read more "– setting songbird –"
My feet are in the flames; can’t find relief now. Each window in the warehouse shows a portrait of the worker’s soul. Young and single… married with rugrats… veterans who know the battlefield… fresher faces still earning their stripes… frazzled, yet determined working class Americans in the bosom of summer… and little ol’ me […]Read more "– training day –"