Can we leave the past in the past,
the future belongs to tonight,
better for having known you.
Past
24 Sunday Mar 2024
Posted Just Poetry, Life Poems, Love, Micro Poetry, Poetry, Thoughts, Verse, Writing
in24 Sunday Mar 2024
Posted Just Poetry, Life Poems, Love, Micro Poetry, Poetry, Thoughts, Verse, Writing
in05 Monday Feb 2024
Posted Just Poetry, Micro Poetry, Observational, Poetry, Thoughts, Verse, Writing
in09 Tuesday Jan 2024
Posted Just Poetry, Life Poems, Observational, Poetry, Thoughts, Verse, Writing
inI have put my troubles behind me like old news,
like I'm just stepping out for the very first time into a brand 
new world. This is not the season for regret or to console
myself with hasty gifts: To furnish myself with enough
fine jewels or glamorous gifts, only the right amount will
suffice. Or vague assurances of hope, sufficient to fill gaping
gaps, as a temporary fix. Or to consolidate my fears for the
future into a single wretched mass. But the season to observe
from a distance, like it was someone else's life I were living,
I'm keenly taking notes and forming ideas, constructing a
plan I thought of only today based on evidence. An animated
vision of the future in the face of any challenge, of a life
less ordinary.