“Garden”
Piles of soil
finally put to good use
to grow hot peppers.
Steve D
Category: Poetry
Misplaced Missive #173 – My Heart
I gave you my heart,
Battered and used,
To do with as you choose.
Where it used to reside,
Now lies empty.
Waiting to be ready,
For the next heart to grow.
This was the one thing you taught me;
One thing I did not know:
Nothing stays hollow forever,
And the worst always gets better. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #173 – My Heart”
Haiku Sunday – Outline
“Outline”
A place without light,
yet her outline appears on
a clear night, waiting.
Tonight is the new moon, by the way 🙂
Steve D
Misplaced Missive # 164 – What Price?
What price would you pay to change everything you are?
Transform all the parts that are lackluster…
This version of me;
This perversion of who I wanted to be…
Is so lacking,
But possesses so very much.
None of it needed.
So Take it all,
Break me, Make me,
Someone new. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive # 164 – What Price?”
Haiku Sunday – Spring
“Spring”
Grill smoke filters up
on a sun-warmed breeze, teasing
outdoor nights to come.
Steve D
Misplaced Missive # 150 – Role Playing
You play victim.
And I play villain,
So you can rise to the occassion.
I try too hard to fit squarely
Into the holes you’ve dug.
The role is too snug,
A poor fit for someone
With a disposition like mine,
These positions you’ve defined,
As the way we should interact. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive # 150 – Role Playing”
Haiku Sunday – Fool
“Fool”
Tricksy winter sun
cannot convince me of spring’s
timid fits and starts.
Steve D
Panic! At the Desktop: An Anxiety Ridden Day
AKA Jessie doesn’t know how to be an adult and interact with other humans who seek to aid her in her quest for manuscript editing.
Sooooo yeah. Another blog style entry from me this week at Stevie’s encouragement. He’s been… moderately helpful in this whole process, but really, I think I rather enjoy being freaked out; after all, if I didn’t love it, why would I do it so very, terribly often?!? Continue reading “Panic! At the Desktop: An Anxiety Ridden Day”
Misplaced Missive #147 – Salvation
Salvation in slavery,
Your way to be,
Saved from the
Fires of Hell. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #147 – Salvation”
Haiku Sunday – Flurry
“Flurry”
Blustery breezes
carry flakes like tufts of thread,
and yet spring is here.
Steve D
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