Poetry

 

Segway

Firm steps towards another.
New home.
Release

Stained glass. Blood stains.
My soul.

Match

Fire igniting. Burning pages. Chapter ends... begins.

Mystery

Waiting. Always waiting.
The wheel turns.
Destiny

Whispers in the night.
Ice cream.

 

Posted on August 8th, 2018

4 a.m. seems to be my hour of reflection. Awoke with the first 2 stories running through my head. Though, I realize they are not really "stories" -- not along the lines of the classic 6-word format (though honestly, many of the other entries in this book probably don't technically fit either). I guess they are more poetry, or something else entirely. Either way, I am on the threshold of moving away from my home city of 40+ years, to a new house, new job, and a new life. These pieces are a reflection of that.

Oh, and I am aware that one of them has 7 words. I'm such a rebel. ;)