Category Writing
Can I?
When I was young, I was wise; It’s all leaked out of my head. School poked the hole, I surmise. Can I put it back in, ere I’m dead? ~~~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment ~~~~~ See more of my creative offerings and opinions Brent Harris Fine Art […]
I Wonder?
What would I do with me, without you? Do any of us know what would be true? More than I was, less than I have been, A piece of me missing, no nib in my pen. Scratching at life but leaving no mark, Like rubbing two sticks, without spark. Words are too weak, should I […]
Nothing Real
Today is like most other days Chores, a drive, then waiting, Waiting for this or that among Strangers and semi-strangers And then you find you have Misplaced a day, a date and Wonder how you missed it, Though it saw you. What if It were the most important Day you have ever lived or will? […]
Be a Child
Oh, to be a child again, Not knowing very much. Using magic, no word or pen; Most adults can no longer touch Poets, dreamers, no citation, The mad and sacred artists know; Close their eyes and touch creation. Childlike, they are able to alter the flow.
Begin Again
I have seen the future and I have even lived within it. Difficult, you understand, It’s now when you begin it.
Already Been Said
Find your life, daily, picking on you, With little pinches in dribs and drabs? You are, no doubt, worrying at it, too, In the way we pick at, pull off scabs. It is not the death of a thousand cuts. Still, life’s petty problems wear us out. I tell you this with no ifs, ands […]
The Century Mark
Some may think this post does not mean very much More than four years since I started this blog on a lark Where I’ve written satire, essays, some poetry and such I gained 100 followers, none bought, the century mark Thank You one and all
Law of Averages
Some days come at you like fastballs; you try hard, cannot catch up to them. Swinging, missing, or life strikes calls; if you connect, you’re filled with vim. Perhaps you don’t understand baseball. So many times it seems similar to life, bored hours, then hit one over the wall. Hit it three times in ten, […]
And Then I Know
I, one evening, going out to a recital, look away from my life, a brief moment. When my gaze returns, my perception changes so questions in my mind foment. Walking to the concert hall, after it’s rained, light reflects off every city street, diamonds to dazzle my eyes, my life rearranges, my heart chooses a […]
Near but Far From Home
Out for a day near but far from home, where do you think this child might roam? Hither, thither and even yon, what might I chance upon? A mighty tree, with children at play, becomes a tower, though it changes by the hour. A hidden trail beneath a massive thicket Leads to their secret hideout. […]
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