The Do

What do I do,
when I don’t do,
what I should do?

I could say I hibernate,
I almost do.

Lingering time with
thousands of thoughts

in a never-ending story.

Better to run, to hide,
to be on my own,
when things go wild,
inside.

I think I do.

Posted in Images, Odd poetry, Writing

Future

There was a time, when I took a lot of photos,
then edited them, into either this or that.
Now, when I see them, I begin to wonder:
Where did that time go?
How did I come to this?

There was also a time, when I wrote poems
I don’t seem to do that either, any more
Or?

the future is now
when you’re laying you’re puzzle
chunks, bits and pieces
in the choice of your own.

so don’t even think
of gluing them together
in a malicious pattern
you don’t even adore

an old poem of mine

 

Odd Poetry

Of course I’ve written poetry
from time to time

like all of us
who live with words in our heads
and a pen in the hand

though nowadays
perhaps an iPhone is the tool
or another electronic device
which is handy and
simple to move

but I never bother
about hexameter
and such
and never could write
a sonnet

I’ve more of a prosodic mind
following the rhythm
and occasionally add
a misfitted rhyme