beginning a new month with new knots to untie
driving forward away from the reddened sunrise
setting up shop on a still elbow of the web
hoping for a happier night and days ahead
taking it all in with a grain of salt and sand
going back to sleep long after the roar and blah
reading things with stillness before the new soft week
keeping up with the tidbits about tomorrow
dithering at the thought of the new week ahead
writing this line again to hide outworn nods
wanting it all does not mean one will get it all
coming back home to soothe with the mind all quenched up
sitting still after the wild and fulsome weekend
freeing up room in the mind for more helpful things
getting ready for new year-end undertakings
giving unto a new run towards the network
undoing the last few years of deep nothingness
hoping tomorrow will begin a sense of drive
bringing back to mind what happened this time last year
softening the songs and getting set for "the books"
sleeping already for some thicker days ahead
arising early to start a new path with life
having a short and sweet first set of new learnings
teeming with a newfound will to find new earnings
writing more lines of reckoning with the snake tongue
listening for some rare liveliness at daybreak
hurrying to get this work done for the weekend
ending this long week with a yeartidely dark brew
hacking away for a way out of this hot mess
waking early for a first true set of learning
righting the ship after some falls takes time and grit
boiling the givens down to a meaningful line
shining afar a glimmer of some long lost hope
seeing that hope might only be knacks of the light
bringing back to mind this day of the happening
strumming the old stringed song tool as the wall came down
seeing snow fall down soon after that summer game
trying hard to make up for a lot of lost time
cutting out all the needless online blathering
hoping that we all do not die of heart illness
looking at the small twigs and at the big landscape
winning the world cup would heal the loss of that ring
bowing more at a low-flake or no-flake friendship
knowing when to note the manifold of a word
not let down by something way beyond my firm grasp
knowing the full weight of taking in the tidings
overcoming a deep upheaval after years
making a blog as one's own all-around truth-book
running back (calling itself) with nested build-crafts
steering away from any scuffles among brands
feeling like there's always thousands of things to do
needing to drain the swamp in my own life as well
having nowhere far to look forward to going
killing the feeling of still wanting to do more
trying still to learn all the things about it all
clicking on the mouse and hearing it squeak loudly
taking it one day at a time until the end
slowing down and speaking with few words as lost crafts
dishing out keys to go into the big town flat
withdrawing to the cellar for the warm hearthstead
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 9:11 PM UTC
beginning a new month with new knots to untie
driving forward away from the reddened sunrise
setting up shop on a still elbow of the web
hoping for a happier night and days ahead
taking it all in with a grain of salt and sand
going back to sleep long after the roar and blah
reading things with stillness before the new soft week
keeping up with the tidbits about tomorrow
dithering at the thought of the new week ahead
writing this line again to hide outworn nods
wanting it all does not mean one will get it all
coming back home to soothe with the mind all quenched up
sitting still after the wild and fulsome weekend
freeing up room in the mind for more helpful things
getting ready for new year-end undertakings
giving unto a new run towards the network
undoing the last few years of deep nothingness
hoping tomorrow will begin a sense of drive
bringing back to mind what happened this time last year
softening the songs and getting set for "the books"
sleeping already for some thicker days ahead
arising early to start a new path with life
having a short and sweet first set of new learnings
teeming with a newfound will to find new earnings
writing more lines of reckoning with the snake tongue
listening for some rare liveliness at daybreak
hurrying to get this work done for the weekend
ending this long week with a yeartidely dark brew
hacking away for a way out of this hot mess
waking early for a first true set of learning
righting the ship after some falls takes time and grit
boiling the givens down to a meaningful line
shining afar a glimmer of some long lost hope
seeing that hope might only be knacks of the light
bringing back to mind this day of the happening
strumming the old stringed song tool as the wall came down
seeing snow fall down soon after that summer game
trying hard to make up for a lot of lost time
cutting out all the needless online blathering
hoping that we all do not die of heart illness
looking at the small twigs and at the big landscape
winning the world cup would heal the loss of that ring
bowing more at a low-flake or no-flake friendship
knowing when to note the manifold of a word
not let down by something way beyond my firm grasp
knowing the full weight of taking in the tidings
overcoming a deep upheaval after years
making a blog as one's own all-around truth-book
running back (calling itself) with nested build-crafts
steering away from any scuffles among brands
feeling like there's always thousands of things to do
needing to drain the swamp in my own life as well
having nowhere far to look forward to going
killing the feeling of still wanting to do more
trying still to learn all the things about it all
clicking on the mouse and hearing it squeak loudly
taking it one day at a time until the end
slowing down and speaking with few words as lost crafts
dishing out keys to go into the big town flat
withdrawing to the cellar for the warm hearthstead
writing these four-liners daily with rooted words
