Trying my hand at poetry in under 140 characters (#140poets):
Because it’s there, I try it once.
If it rewards me, I linger and return.
If not I go away, wiser, undaunted.
The pool is deep.
There is little,
One can do,
In so short a frame,
And characters few.
But I do.
In among the weeds, there must be fun.
For my dog stays in my garden, even when I threaten a gun.
Not sure where THAT urge came from! More to come as the spirit moves me. Such as:
Sustained peace, suddenly interrupted.
Sweet, pervasive quiet, rapidly replaced,
By a dog’s cold nose.
Will I remember?
What have I forgotten?
Can I find the photos?
Does it matter to anyone?
Better check Facebook!
(This one inspired by an essay called “Instant Karma” by Andrew Romano in Newsweek.)