I haven't a clue On how the bird flew Across the sky blue But I knew It was true. -Kel Dayheart
By Rote
With delicate fingers raised To dance along In long remembered movements No longer needing a rehearsal Following the same steps Since early childhood -Kel Dayheart
Scribble Away
Scribbles in a coffee shop Do not make them Any better, any worse Than those scribbled in my room -Kel Dayheart
Actor’s Deceit
I'll act the part And get a full review For being a lying cheat But no one will see 'cause no one really looks When soft deceit is easier to take -Kel Dayheart
On the Tip of my Tongue
When you only have The vaguest notion Of an idea With nothing concrete It's hard to write Similar to trying To capture smoke With your bare hands -Kel Dayheart
Old Eyes
The view grows dim As she ages What was once A beautiful, color-filled sight Is warped to a Gray fuzzy mess -Kel Dayheart
Father Time
Father time's face Is rather stern But with a constant tick He looks out at all But does not see He screeches in the morning But has no voice Father time Tells a lot But no one listens -Kel Dayheart
Something New
Looking towards the old masters For a spark of inspiration Can be as motivating As it can be Disheartening So many wonderful things Already made What is left For me to create -Kel Dayheart
Party of One
About to ring in The new year And I just Don't feel it At all -Kel Dayheart
Quote of the Week #78
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass it is learning to dance in the rain." -Vivian Greene
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