Sun sets late in May
Shabbat oil flickers out
Holy hell I have lapsed in my blogging challenge. It’s like the summer weather ate my brain. I just haven’t even been able to focus for 10 minutes to write a haiku.
Ahem. I’m still here. I’m gonna get back on track.
Allergens in bloom
Noisy birds caw in the woods
Pink cherry blossoms.
I had something clever to say. It might have even been a poem. But now it’s gone.
Where do poems go when you fail to write them down? Do they still live in your brain, like that one card in the card catalogue stuck to the back of the box, forgotten and forlorn?
Maybe they are temporal. Maybe the only exist in the moment that they come, like sunsets or lightening or snowflakes. No two are exactly the same, and they can’t be replicated.
I miss them.
She wired a lamp
All I can do is write poems
Artists are useless.