you tell me

The sun has set
darkness creeps
consuming swallowing
engulfing all

The sun also rises
light pours
pushing shining
illuminating

The path was lost
but hope was not
Perseverance
Persevered

I wrote that somewhere over Minnesota on the flight to Anchorage and rediscovered it today thought I'd pass it along. I don't really have anything else to ponder or spout about

A couple starts to poems that haven't materialized or been looked at since their initial scrawling...

Lined up in pews
with nothin to lose
Their scant an' skinny souls
are laid to waste

and this

A king without a crown
on a hill looking down
small in stature
big of heart

The loves of his people
all he desires
politics and leeches
around his keep build a fire

A disconnect
a distant whim
his people wander
ponder, how to reach him?

and finally

Hangin from the ceiling
swingin from the shades
duckin under tables
runnin in a haze

~PullTab