Days Gone

Take me to a Spring
where every day was as young as I
and the sun would come winking through the curtains

The Elf All About Himself! (For the kids!!!)

Once upon a time,
there was an angry little elf.
Who thought of absolutely no one,
but of only himself.

He’s always so mad,
which made the other elves very sad,
with his complaints that work, work, work,
was all they ever had.

Even his friends,
would call him mean and selfish.
“Why are you not nice?”
“Why are you not elfish?”

No matter what they say,
he swore he’d never listen,
because ending the holidays,
had become his evil elf mission.

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Plagiarized Love

my love for you is like a book with stolen pages
beautiful words erased
deleted lines…replaced
everything’s torn from the very bind
words rewritten that were never mine
an unknown author with a tale of a broken heart
spends his lonely days with nowhere to start
his pen runs dry
there’s nothing more to capture
in this tragic love story without its final chapter

Am I Write? # 3 – I Think, Therefore I am!!

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moments passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.

– Vita Sackville-West