Posted: March 30, 2015 Filed under: Photo, Poems | Tags: Creative Writing, cycles, death, growing old, just a poem, offspring parent relationship, old and new, optimism, poem, poetry, towering Giants, what time is it
Oh you towering Giants,
don’t you dare crumble
before I’ve peered past your heads.
Posted: March 19, 2014 Filed under: Poems | Tags: awake, insomnia, what time is it
Past the stroke of midnight,
I hear her calling desperately.
I avoid my needy mistress,
In her hour of most need.
I play hard to get,
And refrain from coming into bed.
She can tire my body,
And spill blood into my eyes.
But I’ll endure her torture,
Until the moonlight dies.