I looked into the mirror to see,The reflection of an old woman staring back at me.Where was I, how could this be?Was someone playing a trick on me? I pushed and I prodded,But mirror and frame were solid.Was my vision somehow clouded?Part of me thought this trick should be applauded. I move here and there … Continue reading Mirror, Mirror
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THE GRIND
Day after day, everything is the same. The alarm blares, Snooze once, snooze twice, Bleary-eyed we get ready for work. Bumper to bumper we crawl along, The clamoring of horns urges us forward. The percussion of music reverberates amongst the shouts, The sun shining in opposition to our mood. Crammed into our cubicles and chained … Continue reading THE GRIND
Four Seasons Haiku
A crisp winter’s day, And ever changing skyline - glistens in sun and snow. Crocus pushes through, Butterflies and bees pollinate - Spring has returned Under blinding sun, Heat radiates off pavement - skin burns and blisters Orange, red and gold, Autumn leaves crunch under foot - Jack’O’Lanterns smile.
Everything & Nothing 