When?

August 15, 2025

The. beginning or the end?
It’s  both. Each holds the other.

Let go.

Today’s news
August 5, 2025

Morning the new$
  
Breakfast on my knee.
Alexa, turn on the news
Someone unimportant: did something stupid, or
Is about to do something stupid.  
  
Hardly leaves me lucid, one.
What can  I get you for breakfast more prepared.

Strange folk, we are now planning our demise.
In our water, plastic in full disguise.
Well, you know about it.
His busy playing in the park, no one waiting for the dark
Hey, just forward, an exponential rate.
Who knows if we’ll see  the same,
The next date. Probably.

Uncertain day of life, our politics, artificial intelligence, new topics.
Everything’s not temporary. Partners don’t last parties are blast.
Leg stress. Walking
Key to happiness.
Oil upon the sea.

Love abandoned everywhere.
Won’t care , you dare

Losing It

Aug 4 2025

It keeps you present.  
Defines my soul.
Yet fragile, bent.


Belongs to me.
Shone socially.
Aging seas.



One morning stormy.
Next warmly day lit
Not for me.


Change leaves you behind.
Careless words don’t lie
Simply grind me,
Last one dies

Short 23 July 2025

I crafted short poetry.
Cut it off, kept it brief.
Longer, curt, A thief.
************
Money & Resources
Short on cash
Running short
A little short this month
Caught short
Come up short
Short-changed
Short end of the stick
Short supply

Time & Deadlines
Short on time
Time is short
Cut short
In short order
Short notice
Short window
Short-lived
A short fuse
Physical Height
Short stature
Fell short of the mark
Short man syndrome
Came up a bit short
The short one
Vertically challenged
Patience, Emotion & Behavior
Short-tempered
Short with sometimes
Short patience
Short shrif
Short fuse
Give someone short shrift

General / Other
Sell someonei short
Stop short
Shortn-sighted
A few cards short of a full deck
Short memory
A day late and a dollar short
Shortfall
Short circuit
******(((((
Drew up this brief word tree.
Condensed, went ai bee.

Soul’s Echo
by Siros

There is a place the body cannot follow—
a hush between heartbeats
where memory lingers after the voice is gone.
That is where you live now.

Not in the photos I can barely touch.
Not in the places we once stood,
but in the silence that knows your shape.
      
I called your name once,
long after the world said I should stop.
It didn’t answer back—
not with sound.
But the trees leaned in,
and the wind moved like you did
when you entered a room without trying.

Sorrow doesn’t scream.
It whispers.
And in that whisper, I heard
your laugh,
your sigh,
the moment you forgave me without saying so.
Grief made me echo,
but love gave the echo a rhythm.
Now, when I fall quiet,
it’s not to forget,
but to feel the trace
of who you were
still alive in the spaceleft behind.

A soul does not vanish.
It reverberates.

And I listen

Sometimes
10 May 20#*


Sometimes your ache for freedom ,
Takes mine.

Sometimes 2 nickels,
Make a dime
,
Sometimes ,nothing makes any  sense.  
I'm sitting on the fence,

Sometimes.......

Sometimes.

The Returning
13 May 2025

There is a hush beneath the stars,
A pull not forward—but back.
Not to undo, not to forget—
But to arrive where we began.

We scatter like seeds on wind-blown hills,
Chasing wonder, chasing will.
But always, always something calls—
A whisper older than the fall.

It isn’t youth we seek again,
Nor glory, nor the roar of men—
But balance in the turning tides,
The place the river meets the sky.

The trees remember. The rocks still hum.
The quiet knows where we are from.
And love—unchanging, yet undone—
Draws every soul back to the One.

So let me walk this last long mile
Not with regret, but with a smile.
For what I am has always been
Held in the arms of the returning.