21 November 2016

Workshop Stop

Workshop Stop

Giving myself an outtake,
Taking a moment of ease,
During the seminar break,
I relaxed in the bay breeze.
I paused from taking notes.
The humid air was sea-scented.
The docks were filled with boats.
The cloudless sky was unornamented.
Close to the water, by the harbor,
Included in the idyllic scene,
In the bougainvillea arbor
A small stray cat was seen.
The cat was too high up to touch
So it was allowed to roam free.
My mind was on writing and such
And the cat could live without me.

11 November 2016

This poem is written without capitalization or punctuation, making it vague like dreams.

Trance Expanse

sometimes a sensation of spinning
or a panicked feeling of falling
at sleep’s nebulous beginning
frequently floating, just lolling
or jumping to different scenes
interacting with family or friends
from co-workers to drama queens
to discuss with or make amends
sometimes they haven’t been 
seen or thought of in years
people come and go unbidden
existing in their own spheres
whether seeming real or sublime
in haziness, for all schemes 
there’s no sense of time
in the soft land of dreams