Oregon writer, trying to have some fun and improve my craft.
Fears, They sneak in when I am not looking, Little rats searching for bits of me, So many dreams upon the floor, When did I give up?
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Poets
Three forwards, Two behind, Each one going, Like the clock, Tick and tock, Here we walk, Each year a million, Until we stop,
One among many, Steps upon the way, Generation to next, Leading the way, Dark places past, Golden glow of gathered, Each flame a kin,
Every morning’s tender touch, First breath from furtive dreams, Dominoes of tagging thought, Trickling through the weave,
Open my eyes, For I cannot see, Change the heart of me, What was stone indeed, Loneliness the curse of man, What divine but an open hand?
All the leaves are falling now, Memories of summer spent with you, Who could say the moment's gone? What if we knew? The dance has taken us around,
You’ve gone away now, All I can think of is your face, The games we played, The snuggled conversations, Light of your dark brown eyes,
The stars sing above me, Cold lights of eternity, And here I am on this globe, One small thought, But a breath in stillness,
"Look at old white belly teasing that dog." "That's not 'old white belly', dad. That's Neko, and he looks like he's wearing a suit."
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Fiction
A loud whistle in the darkness. I could hear the train coming before I saw it. Slow creaking sounds. It was big. This wasn't my train.
