I like to write in the morning, before reality - sets in. I like to write in the morning, before I recall what - logically, probably, certainly - ain't happenin' I like to write in the morning, when they day is - still untouched. Then, anything is possible, And any dream's attainable. I like to write … Continue reading Why I like to write in the morning, a poem
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Poems I wrote a while ago
Below are two short poems I wrote for another blog, a number of years ago. It's fun to look through forgotten stuff : ) Intro: Sometimes, when my children have a hard time, I don't say anything. I just stay with them. Hold them. Try to be there, tangibly ... not as judge, teacher or corrector. And it’s … Continue reading Poems I wrote a while ago
The House by the Side of the Road, by Sam Walter Foss
"Let me live by the side of the road and be a friend to man." I love people, very much, but it takes tremendous effort for me to interact with folks. I can't remember names or faces. I can't seem to get in the loop of basic popular culture. I struggle with adhering to social rhythms. The … Continue reading The House by the Side of the Road, by Sam Walter Foss
The Thief of Turns
My kids were arguing this morning, and one of them called the other "thief of turns" - and that got me thinking, not so much about my kids, but why some people never seem to get their turn. Here is a poem I wrote about the Thief of Turns- I'm typing it out in … Continue reading The Thief of Turns
a little poem for Max
I just wrote this poem to vent some stress, and to remind myself about what matters most. Sure, it needs editing, but here goes: My thoughts can be so critical of the people around me. My thoughts can be so critical of the insecurity and incompetency in me. But I just want to be, and … Continue reading a little poem for Max
Vanessa Fowler 