9:21am

Empty bucket -
Silver paint bits flake off the rim
The handle rusts,
It sits in in dust
Waiting to be filled.

It is old -
it has no holes
though the walls wear thin.
Dull and still -
The breathless object
Keeps air within its well.

12:14pm

I write more poetry
I keep it to myself
Privacy -
Words no one ought to see.

2:04pm

Don't let the pause go on
for too long -
Turning blue
under the name of patience
Peel back the hues,
just before the grey --
A shiver of a colour,
I once knew before
returns to my cheeks
and I feel the warmth.

9:04pm

Dear Friend -

      I begged an audience with Inspiration,
but he was far too busy.
I called upon Creativity,
but she had others to meet.
So I am left with a heart and a brain,
completely of my own,
hoping sincerity and authenticity shall suffice
in place of brilliance and eloquence.
      There is so much that cannot be known.
There is plenty that cannot be seen,
like looking through a telescope,
we see a little --
enough to know there is a world of stars.
But outside the rims of the convex,
lies a universe that is ever expanding.
      Life is not one constellation,
but a sea of lights and galaxies,
and exploding suns  --
It is beyond our sense of space
and awareness of time.
And though you may be just one,
You are one connected to infinity.
     And God is there as the great conductor;
of details, of connections, of destiny,
Aligning the desires of our hearts
with his inevitable plans.

     What I mean to say, dear friend,
is that you can do anything --
We are on the same side of wonder and possibility.
As limited as our view may be,
Boundless are we.

10:52pm

It is common
-- like a penny,
thousands in a jar.
but stars,
are they not common, too?
Billions from afar.

I fall right in the middle;
between a penny and star -
I'll hold the copper in my hand,
and gaze the other with my heart.