“Minute”
A fragment of time,
of space and reality,
but no less vital.
Steve D
A fragment of time,
of space and reality,
but no less vital.
Steve D
The gray light ripples
at every sound and movement,
line between worlds blurred.
Steve D
The monitor blares
webpages spacious–too big,
the negative space.
Steve D
Stories to explain
the inexplicable world.
Do they tell true?
Steve D
I hear the voices,
echoes shifting in and out,
caught between moments.
Steve D
A bug in the throat,
a tickle, until it spreads
like a sickly web.
Hope you enjoyed the haiku. Apologies for the short post. I had wanted to write my end-of-year Numberbrag, but that will have to wait.
My laptop appears to be on its way out after 10 good years. The battery (with which I replaced the first battery) is not functioning well, and I’m still not able to turn the computer on at this point.
I’m shopping around for a new home desktop, but in the meantime, I’ll have to use my wife’s laptop.
I also came down with a cold last night, and I’m trying not to get my son sick. He’ll probably be fine, but only he’s four months old. So I will be washing my hands compulsively for the rest of the week.
Steve D
A defiant cry
to the Universe: “I am!”
No reply required.
Steve D
A short-lived return,
an episodic foray
into thoughts distant.
Steve D
Eyes reflect tree lights,
and soon will shine with delight
every Christmas day.
Steve D
Bobbing side to side,
arms too little to hold fast,
you manage to sit.
Steve D