Wednesday November 6, 2019
Day 18 of 44 — Here’s why I’m still writing.
These are old poems from a while ago. I was once a sloppy writer, and before the world reads it I’m cleaning up the archives of this site but keeping the good ones. Enjoy!
November 22, 2018
As the light shines on dust particles in sight, fog settled into the city like cotton overnight.
For the sun shining so ever bright, the hilltops of glory stood pretty from above in the people’s sight.
As sight will see for the sun will shine; dust particles continue to rise, so be it the sun is its inspiring joy and pride.
For the dust particles fall, autumn will call. And with gratitude for the sun’s shine, we await the final leaves’ fall.
November 19, 2018
Onward rejoicing I tread life’s way,
But the Hilltop run down the street, easy; dream and run upway.
Higher I’m climbing each passing day,
I once ran 9 miles without a training day.
Hilltops of glory now rise in view,
I run so hard until the top, I forget it was you.
As birth gives new life,
Morning gives new day.
Writing be the only way,
I give my life meaningful days.
What you see, untouchable like an Animal who speaks.
What you see, eyes untouchable; it’s the lion in him which speak.
What you see, a voice to keep running to the mountain top’s peak.