my eyes got heavy
as I closed in on a thought
the two never met
Tag Archives: writing
Haiku 38.20
I stared at the page
I stared into space without
a thought in between
Haiku 36.20
the sounds of silence
grew louder than the drone of
a fan and my thoughts
Haiku 35.20
late poems come between
I can’t fall back asleep and
I go back to bed
Haiku 27.20
an early poem comes
before the day and before
that cup of coffee
Haiku 19.20
it was quiet my
eyes closed and when they opened
l’s ran down the page
Haiku 13.20
the day was so full
made dinner cleaned up no time
to write except this
Haiku 12.20
the sauce is cooking
plate my words with onions some
garlic and spices
Dancing on my Fingertips
Music floats downstairs. Loud enough
for me to hear, but not understand.
I sit in the loft at my laptop immersed
in the quiet of writing, that love affair
of words and spaces, syllable by syllable,
dancing on my fingertips from one key
press to another. This is the music my
heart dances to.