mike-winegar
American
I like to write because words allow a certain freedom, much like a painter's canvas or the sculptor's block. I am happily married, have several pets but no children, and treasure knowledge because the things we learn are the only things we can truly call our own.
Words have strength,
Much stronger than steel.
They weigh nothing,
Yet carry weight.
So beware what you say,
For there may come a day
When they will make for you
A most bitter meal.
Copyright 2017, William M. Winegar
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
Sunlight on a web.
Spider waits for company;
Waiting patiently.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
The moon's pale face regards the nighttime skies
As the stars pass by on their ancient quest.
Silent shadows glide 'cross the ground
From clouds that move and make no sound.
Nighttime is when her spirit will rise
To ever wander and never know rest.
Eileen was the name of the red-haired girl
Who lived in the castle near the sea.
It was the only home she'd ever known,
This ancestral fortress made of stone.
It was a simple and tranquil world,
The only place she wanted to be.
The castle was home for ages long past
For her father, his father, and beyond.
Their memory lived within the grey-stoned walls,
Their deeds were remembered in each of the halls.
The castle was safe; its walls held fast.
Yet its fate lay within a wizard's wand.
Galyn was a wizard of dark renown,
Winding his way from times of ancient yore.
Great was the power at his command;
Deep was the knowledge he kept at hand.
Few were the secrets he had not found,
As he labored at his art behind a locked door.
Standing on a tower's balcony on a grey, windy day
Eileen could feel the sea's breath on her skin.
Galyn would watch her standing there,
The wind playing and dancing with her hair.
Though for ages he walked a solitary way
The sight caused a stirring deep within.
From ancient ages he searched in shadows dark
Seeking answers in places unseen and unknown.
Yet this power was one never felt before,
Twisting his emotions and piercing him to his core.
It ignited within him a powerful spark,
A burning desire to make her his own.
Eileen never e'en thought, not once in her life
That she could hold sway over a wizard's heart.
Her youthful innocence knew naught of such a thing.
She dreamt of knights slaying dragons, or even of marrying a king.
She could not fathom Galyn wanting her for a wife
Be it through trickery, treachery, guile, or blackest art.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
The clock is forever driving me,
The minute hand is not nice.
The time is getting away so fast;
Can't take time to think about it twice.
The seconds run away and hide
Taking minutes and hours away.
I try to slow them down a bit,
Begging them to stay.
"Time marches on" the people say
With boots that are unforgiving.
Perhaps the best thing for me to do
Is to get on with my living.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
My head is pounding
Feeling waves of nausea
Even the light hurts.
May 13, 2012
May 13, 2012 at 3:01 PM UTC
Waking up slowly
The bed's warmth holds me hostage.
Where is my coffee?
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 9:54 AM UTC
Warming in the sun
Paws stretched; back to relaxing.
Can opener calls.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 8:31 AM UTC
Moving through the night
Silent sentry cold and bright
Darkness hiding light.
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 1:57 AM UTC
I remember like it was the day before
All those clever, well-crafted barbs thrown in my direction.
I remember the tears of youth unbroken by childish laughter.
The pain knew where to find me at the core of my core.
Left naked in a storm of scorn with no protection,
So long ago, but the hate lingers after.
Fitfully, vainly trying to stop up every hole
Before the hate finds a way to escape
And race down the corridors of my mind.
It will find the center of my soul
And there take on its awful shape
Only to leave a legacy of anger behind.
Trying to hold the darkness at bay
With self-made sunshine and lifted chin
But the memories of anger soak through me like rain.
I look back on memories tinted watercolor gray.
No true sunlight finds its way in
And the darkness of pain and hate swallows me whole once again.
Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 12:03 AM UTC
She plays softly by the moonlight
In mournful solitude surrounded by mist
With the moon listening to the violin's song.
The notes caress the stars at night
As the violin sings with her tenderness.
The night carries the music along.
She comes alone at night to sit by the lake
And pour her heart into the violin's strings.
The violin's voice haunts the nighttime air.
She plays a song of longing that makes her heart break.
Her spirit weeps as her violin sings,
While into the night rises a song of despair.
The moon and the stars lend their ears
As the solitary maiden comes to play
And the mournful notes take flight.
They listen until the sun's greeting nears
And the tune finishes with the birth of the day,
But will be started anew when her violin sings at night.
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 10:01 PM UTC